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 really makes sense
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't want to make (nah)
I don't want to make (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)

My house is a big crib, shit, I threw a party here
Had your girl gettin' out here, no regrets, no sorrys
2K on a jacket, and my wrist on
What I'm saying, don't 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 of snow
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 taking half, ayy
Add it up, maths, ayy
You broke and you sad
Little girl, I don't know you wanna beef about
You are not you tweet about
You are just a rat girl who Twitter just made a meme about
If you got money it out
Ghost writer, just him out
What happened YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you wanna around
Guess you really couldn't him down
How the fuck are you 14 with rumors you sleep around?
Shout out to the Eagles, out Philly
Yeah, we need around
But just like your dad, you not a I wanna be around
Rollie on me, a big boy
With the gang, big doinks
I just to invest, now this fit on me cost 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
Little girl with a attitude, you're a meme, we just at you
I even really mad at you, honestly, I feel bad for you
All you do is chase the clout
Too bad you had to run mouth
Coulda been in the fucking
Coulda in the fucking house
She a troll, she is not for
Little ratchet ass 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 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 from my ex, I think she I'm up next
Yeah, they hate 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 (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)