Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

I why you mad, nigga, yeah
I why you mad, nigga
Jahlil Beats, at me!

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Uh, I said my neck "bling"
My wrist "blau"
These 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 don't come with money
Niggas be funny
My bank full of commas, and my pockets be full of hundreds
with me, smoke an ounce with me
That nigga sellin' bricks? Tell him bring a 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 niggas talk
My don't rap
I'm the only one spittin', my dawgs sell
Say, talking that shit, oh I be in that Trap
Riding with that Mac, whoa

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

I like bitches and money, I like money and
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 bitches, wassup