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 Flava Flav
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me take my off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
Hodgy to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin makin s'mores
My flow be trampling 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 huh?
Broke n*ggas is talking loud I you n*ggas is funny bruh.
We what the is up 2012, clutch as fuck.
lifestyle, slow me down, double cup.
(Hodgy)
Old school visions, rhyme
I switch hands five o' clock, your bitch lands by six.
She will be quicksand better than the next n*gga, man
Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing whole ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high that's exactly how I feel bitch,
All I is green grass and gold on my real bitch,
Watch me get it n*gga, I'ma sell it real
drew the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm young fellow guy by reppin' MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles, why? Too in the meadows high.
Out to dena, I'm like I'm out the cleaners.
Hardwood an angry beaver, I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt.
Get it?
(Domo)
A you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be with by camera crews
I let her snooze and dream cause none of wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm ballin' like a Benjamin, it's all about the
That's why people acknowledge me and I even friends with them.
Call a ho then stall a ho, I'm dope across the rope
Catch my fate, I bang and beat your face til it's off your throat.
(Domo)
Please shut the 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, action Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
Army fatigue, Bape for the league
No ghetto barrettes and down to the sleeve, for the fees
If packaged be petite know how to roll up my weed
Her doing's the deed and she don't really need shit.
(Domo)
They Domo "Where you been?" They feel they got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be that bitch and
It's a when it come to that grip
You ain't met a motherfucker done in that sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet I'll mess with and jet around all these vets.
don't know how to let go; this game is filled with a bunch of grey hair
dead souls. 90 retro, Ho.
(Domo)
Hey get out of the way cause i'm going AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that they your head tank dog,
that you better than me will get you taked off,
You either win or go home, bitch it's the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
More luxurious 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 groupie and we buzzin.
(Domo)
So meet me in the trap; going down.
leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown.
(Hodgy)
Cops me for a DUI prohibition
We don't need you motherfuckers to and listen.
Golf Bitch.