Luyện nghe bài hát Birdz N tha Beez

[Verse 1: DJ
I really give a fuck what you think
I only really give a fuck what you
I'm a bar-tender, car spender, a lender, cash spender, ass bender
A ass
Get it crackin a bar throw in here
A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin through out the whole house
What the fuck U my life is about?
Bitches
What the fuck U that butter knife was about?
Bitches
Tell the fuck this nigga's dick is about
Do he be talkin' shit? No I doubt
He got of clout
reballin credit line on a Mastercard
Drived it between the pussy then I bash the broad
I took it for a minute
As I through my code
Tehn I waited for the come out
Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank
Frontin like Pooh bear, I up ya cock & hollered sayin
"Who there?" (Nobody, what?)
That's nice, little done grew up the be the size of rice
So I jumped & grabbed for my coller
Her pussy appreciated the pennies on the
Now what the
If U want the dick get the up
And stop like an old tampon, stuck up
Give me to get my step on
Then on, what up
I'll make you bust nuts I nut up

(Chorus 2X)
The birdz and the
All the
Not with consume, up become roomed
...The up in the room with the door locked (Door locked!)
Wake up, divorce the bitch, lookin' for some more cock (More cock!)

[Verse 2:
We ride, sweet cock, boo
Crips and Pirus, shit, we goin do
I in the club and hit the dance floor
Yo' boy got mad cause I with his ho
Baby had my tootise, slow
She was sick got me lookin' for Bismol
Chips stackin, smackin, dolla droppa
shake ya money makin, dolla poppa
Home wreckin, ho checkin, dick is
Bring me back, from the liquor store
Bet cha didn't know yo ho is a freak
Every week she got something' up in the jaw
And I ain't
it out
U goin zip my before we get it out
wanna be touched by the untouchable click
Don't hate, participate, y'all sing shit

[Verse 3:
When I bump on this
What I'm on make it a double
I'm wit who, think I'd a hustle
More and muscle
Shake the like a trick up
three up off to the good
When I'm dippin I'm
I'm a flippin I'm saggie
When I'm I'm a fly guy in the khakis
Big of the day, better ran the man
When I put in mode lookin' for hands
U gone bad
Ho ya had
it up in the pad
Dick and I'm glad
Neva knew a ho was
Checkin yo
While I'm sittin in a class digit in the ass
Nigga, you done lost ya playa (strip nigga)
3 of 4 niggas ran upon that ass
Scratch up on the gas of the S5
Like when I said when I on this trouble
Can I ... (oooooh)

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