Luyện nghe bài hát Birdz N tha Beez

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
When I bump on trouble
What I'm sipppin' on it a double
When I'm wit who, think I'd a
More money and
the hooker like a trick up
Leatehr'n'wood three up off to the
When I'm I'm jacky
When I'm a 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 floss mode 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 first digit in the ass
Nigga, you done lost ya pass (strip nigga)
3 of 4 niggas been ran that ass
up on the gas of the S5 double
Like when I said I bump on this trouble
Can I ... (oooooh)

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