Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

I know why you mad, nigga,
I why you mad, nigga
Beats, holla at me!

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Uh, I said my like "bling"
My wrist "blau"
niggas jacking my flows and stealing my style
You sounding so old, I'm looking like now
I'm 'bout to cop a Bugatti, these like "How"?
I'm young and I get it
Biggest P on my
knockin', who is it?
My come with them bitches
'Cause bitches don't with money
be looking funny
My bank account full of commas, and my be full of hundreds
Bounce with me, an ounce with me
nigga sellin' bricks? Tell him bring a house with it
My nigga a wide receiver, run a route with it
He show you how to get it in and move it out it
I say, all my talk bricks
My dawgs rap
I'm the one spittin', my dawgs sell crack
Say, y'all talking shit, oh I be in that Trap
Riding around with that Mac,

I'm gettin' money, I'm fucking
I got a hoe be on that fucking pole
And she be on fuckin' pole
And that that she fuckin' [?]

I like bitches and money, I like money and
she famous, we fuckin, but it ain't none of yo business
All these niggas be hatin', I fuck with them niggas
I let niggas keep hating, I keep on fucking they bitches, wassup