Luyện nghe bài hát Bitcoin (Bhad Bhabie Diss)

Gettin' texts from my ex, I 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 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 gettin' out here, no regrets, no sorrys here
2K on a jacket, and my on Cartier
What I'm saying, they don't wanna
All the haters got me here
Ayy, yeah, who talking 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 like I'm switching
I'm in ice like I'm made of snow
Girl, you know I'm the trap (trap)
Face look 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 just and you sad
Little girl, I don't know you wanna beef about
You are not what you about
You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter made a meme about
If you got money it out
writer, just bring him out
What happened YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you wanna around
Guess you really couldn't keep him
How the fuck are you 14 with rumors that you around?
Shout out to the Eagles, shout out
Yeah, we need Meek
But just 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 all the big coins
You can't hit 100 mill', bitch, I'm making big noise
girl with a attitude, you're a meme, we just laugh at you
I ain't really mad at you, honestly, I feel bad for you
All you ever do is the clout
Too bad you had to run mouth
Coulda been in the fucking
Coulda lived in the fucking
She a troll, she is not for
Little 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 ain't want the drama still
I remember I was really down, I was broke, yeah I had to plot for real, now I got a

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 don't want to make (nah)
I don't want to make friends (nah), I just make M's (yeah)