Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline Laker
High time a page, they already know the name
Doms in this bitch I mean it's real sh*t place
Money still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me take my off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin s'mores
My flow be like you whores, I'm suicidal, fuck the door.
I'm and, if, but and or.
(Domo)
Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't gettin no money
Broke n*ggas is talking loud I swear you is funny bruh.
We what the is up 2012, clutch as fuck.
lifestyle, slow me down, double cup.
(Hodgy)
Old visions, rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands five o' clock, when bitch lands by six.
She will be quicksand better the next n*gga, this man
Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high that's exactly how I feel bitch,
All I need is green grass and on my real bitch,
Watch me get it n*gga, I'ma it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm young fellow guy peddle by MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles, why? Too busy in the high.
Out to dena, I'm fresh I'm out the cleaners.
Hardwood like an beaver, I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt.
Get it?
(Domo)
A phantom you never hand a random eating cannibal
She refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by crews
I let her snooze and dream cause none of wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm ballin' like a Benjamin, it's all the Benjamins
That's why acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them.
Call a ho then stall a ho, I'm also dope across the
Catch my fate, I bang grenades and your face til it's off your throat.
(Domo)
Please the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep.
The shit he speak got him all like his Christmas week.
Silly me, riding with bitches with slim physiques.
And I'm tryna see lights, camera, like Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
Army fatigue, Bape for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves to the sleeve, for the fees
If packaged she'll be petite know how to up my weed
Her doing's doing the and she don't really need shit.
(Domo)
They asking Domo "Where you been?" feel they got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be under that and
It's a headlock when it come to that
You ain't never met a motherfucker done in sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet mess with presets and jet around all these vets.
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled with a of grey hair
souls. Promise 90 retro, Ho.
(Domo)
Hey y'all get out of the way cause i'm AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that giving your head tank dog,
that you better than me will get you taked off,
You gotta win or go home, bitch it's the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
luxurious that a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats,
Zero to sixty in 4 flat; you know any nigga that own that?
I ain't stuntin I'm a youngin, me and my we be thuggin
At our shows that we be bugging loving and we buzzin.
(Domo)
So me in the trap; it's going down.
leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown.
(Hodgy)
Cops me for a DUI prohibition
We need you motherfuckers to stop and listen.
Wang Bitch.