Luyện nghe bài hát Bitcoin (Bhad Bhabie Diss)

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

My house is a big crib, shit, I just threw a here
Had your gettin' out here, no regrets, no sorrys here
2K on a jacket, and my on Cartier
What I'm saying, they don't hear
All the would got me here
Ayy, yeah, who talking shit? I'ma let 'em
You had the but you let it go
All hating is gettin' old
You put that on the pedestal, I hit her once and I let her go
my hoes like I'm switching clothes
I'm covered in ice like I'm made of
Girl, you know I'm the trap (trap)
Face like a rat (damn)
Came straight out of LV, now on the bag (Louis)
Keep 'bout you getting money
But the label half, ayy
Add it up, maths, ayy
You broke and you sad
Little girl, I don't what you wanna beef about
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
writer, just bring him out
What happened YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you keep around
Guess you really couldn't keep him
How the fuck are you 14 rumors that you sleep around?
Shout out to the Eagles, shout out
Yeah, we need Meek
But like your dad, you not a girl I wanna be around
on me, it's a big boy
With the gang, big doinks
I started to invest, now this fit on me cost a Bitcoin
You ain't getting no checks, record label taken all the big
You can't hit 100 mill', little bitch, I'm making big
Little girl with a attitude, you're a meme, we just 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 your
been in the fucking gang
Coulda in the fucking house
She a troll, she is not for
ratchet ass poppin' pills
You ain't make it on your own, you made it 'cause of Dr.
Hold up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she 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, they when I flex, it don't 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 just wanna M's (yeah)