Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

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

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

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

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