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

My is a big crib, shit, I just threw a party here
Had your girl gettin' out here, no regrets, no sorrys
2K on a jacket, and my on Cartier
What I'm saying, they wanna hear
All the haters would got me
Ayy, yeah, who shit? I'ma let 'em know
You had the but you let it go
All that hating is old
You put that on the pedestal, I hit her once and I let her go
Switching my hoes like I'm clothes
I'm covered in ice like I'm made of
Girl, you know I'm from the (trap)
Face look 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
girl, I don't know what you wanna beef about
You are not what you about
You are just a rat looking who Twitter just made a meme about
If you got bring it out
Ghost writer, bring him out
What with YoungBoy?
You weren't a bitch you wanna around
Guess you really couldn't him down
How the fuck are you 14 with rumors that you around?
Shout out to the Eagles, out Philly
Yeah, we need around
But just like your dad, you not a girl I be around
Rollie on me, a big boy
the gang, smoking big doinks
I just started to invest, now fit on me cost a Bitcoin
You ain't getting no checks, record taken all the big coins
You can't hit 100 mill', little bitch, I'm big noise
Little with a attitude, you're a meme, we just laugh at you
I ain't even mad at you, honestly, I feel bad for you
All you do is chase the clout
Too bad you had to run your
Coulda been in the fucking
Coulda lived in the house
She a troll, she is not for
ratchet ass poppin' pills
You make it on your own, you made it 'cause of Dr. Phil
up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain't really want the drama still
I remember I was down, I was broke, yeah I had to plot 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 makes sense
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don't to make amends (nah)
I don't to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M's (yeah)