Luyện nghe bài hát Bitcoin (Bhad Bhabie Diss)

Gettin' texts from my ex, I she knows I'm up next
Yeah, they hate when I flex, it really makes sense
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't to make amends (nah)
I want to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)

My is a big crib, shit, I just threw a party here
Had your girl out here, no regrets, no sorrys here
2K on a jacket, and my wrist on
What I'm saying, they wanna hear
All the haters got me here
Ayy, yeah, who shit? I'ma let 'em know
You had the but you let it go
All that is gettin' old
You put girl on the pedestal, I hit her once and I let her go
Switching my hoes I'm switching clothes
I'm covered in ice like I'm made of
Girl, you know I'm from the (trap)
Face like a rat (damn)
straight out of LV, now LV's on the bag (Louis)
Keep bragging you getting money
But the label half, ayy
Add it up, maths, ayy
You broke and you sad
Little girl, I don't know what you wanna beef
You are not what you about
You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter just made a about
If you got bring it out
Ghost writer, just him out
happened with YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you keep around
Guess you really couldn't him down
How the fuck are you 14 with that you sleep around?
Shout out to the Eagles, out Philly
Yeah, we need around
But just your dad, you not a girl I wanna be around
Rollie on me, a big boy
the gang, smoking big doinks
I just started to invest, now this fit on me a Bitcoin
You ain't getting no checks, record label taken all the big
You hit 100 mill', little bitch, I'm making big noise
girl with a attitude, you're a meme, we just laugh at you
I ain't even really mad at you, honestly, I bad for you
All you ever do is the clout
Too bad you had to run mouth
Coulda been in the fucking
lived in the fucking house
She a troll, she is not for
ratchet ass poppin' pills
You ain't make it on own, you made it 'cause of Dr. Phil
Hold up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain't really the drama still
I remember I was really down, I was broke, yeah I had to for real, now I got a mill'

Gettin' texts from my ex, I she knows I'm up next
Yeah, they hate when I flex, it really makes sense
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't want to make (nah)
I don't want to make friends (nah), I wanna make M's (yeah)