Luyện nghe bài hát Bitcoin (Bhad Bhabie Diss)

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

My house is a big crib, shit, I just threw a here
Had your girl out here, no regrets, no sorrys here
2K on a jacket, and my wrist on
I'm saying, they don't wanna hear
All the haters got me here
Ayy, yeah, who talking shit? 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
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)
bragging '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 wanna beef
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
Ghost writer, bring him out
What happened YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you wanna around
you really couldn't keep him down
How the fuck are you 14 with rumors that you around?
out to the Eagles, shout out Philly
Yeah, we Meek around
But just like your dad, you not a I wanna be around
on me, it's a big boy
With the gang, big doinks
I just started to invest, now 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 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 do is chase the clout
Too bad you had to run mouth
Coulda in the fucking gang
Coulda lived in the fucking
She a troll, she is not for
Little ass poppin' pills
You ain't it on your own, you made it 'cause of Dr. Phil
Hold up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain't really want the drama
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 think she knows I'm up
Yeah, they hate when I flex, it don't really makes
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't to make amends (nah)
I don't want to make (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)