Luyện nghe bài hát Bitcoin (Bhad Bhabie Diss)

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

My house is a big crib, shit, I threw a party here
Had girl gettin' out here, no regrets, no sorrys here
2K on a jacket, and my on Cartier
What I'm saying, they wanna 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 that 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 in ice like I'm made of snow
Girl, you I'm from the trap (trap)
Face like a rat (damn)
Came straight out of LV, now on the bag (Louis)
Keep bragging 'bout you 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 tweet
You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter just made a meme
If you got bring it out
Ghost writer, bring him out
What happened YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you wanna keep
Guess you really keep him down
How the fuck are you 14 rumors that you sleep around?
Shout out to the Eagles, shout out
Yeah, we Meek around
But just like your dad, you not a girl I be around
Rollie on me, 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 hit 100 mill', little bitch, I'm making big noise
Little girl with a attitude, a meme, we just laugh at you
I even 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
ratchet ass poppin' pills
You ain't make it on your own, you made it of Dr. Phil
Hold up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain't really 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 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 want to make (nah)
I want to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)