Luyện nghe bài hát Bitcoin (Bhad Bhabie Diss)

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

My is a big crib, shit, I just threw a party here
Had your girl gettin' out here, no regrets, no here
2K on a jacket, and my on Cartier
What I'm saying, they don't hear
All the haters would got me
Ayy, yeah, who talking I'ma let 'em know
You had the but you let it go
All that hating is old
You put that girl on the pedestal, I hit her and I let her go
Switching my hoes I'm switching clothes
I'm covered in ice I'm made of snow
Girl, you know I'm the trap (trap)
look like a rat (damn)
Came straight out of LV, now on the bag (Louis)
Keep 'bout you getting money
But the taking half, ayy
Add it up, maths, ayy
You just and you sad
Little girl, I don't know what you beef about
You are not what you tweet
You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter just a meme about
If you got money it out
writer, just bring him out
What happened with
You weren't a you wanna keep around
Guess you really couldn't him down
How the fuck are you 14 rumors that you sleep around?
out to the Eagles, shout out Philly
Yeah, we need around
But just your dad, you not a girl I wanna be around
Rollie on me, a big boy
With the gang, big doinks
I just started to invest, now fit on me cost a Bitcoin
You getting no checks, record label taken all the big coins
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 mad at you, honestly, I feel bad for you
All you do is chase the clout
Too bad you had to run your
Coulda been in the fucking
Coulda in the fucking house
She a troll, she is not for
Little ratchet ass pills
You ain't make it on your own, you it 'cause of Dr. Phil
up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain't really want the drama still
I remember I was really down, I was broke, I had to plot for real, now I got a mill'

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