Luyện nghe bài hát Black Barbies

Mike Made It Nigga
Sremm
Black in the city
Fat ass and titties
Get for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn't 'em
All your lies I wish I believe 'em

boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met
Tuck the 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he like La Quica
Young girls lookin' for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma me
Furry moon boots, Dita
Too high to give a shit about

Sativa so I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I
New day, new to be made
New things for to imitate
I'm a black barbie
Pretty face, body
Pink seats in the
Always fuck him I'm sorry
Who the fuck is gon' her?
If I really gotta her
piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple

No Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Zone

I see these nigga's flexin', it's a no zone
You gon' be floatin' in dem like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald want me go home
Still pull up with my lookin' like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone I had to call "Bullshit!"
bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don't do shit
Hahaha, get it? it-...hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Pullman, bought it
Now I'm all my foreigns don't get deported
Niggas love me so they be sendin' me gifts
And these niggas actin', I'mma send 'em some skits
Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be my tits

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
I'm a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but of them Cartoonists
I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest
Usually I'm the flyest, you're the stewardess
And we ain't playin' ball but its some shooters
Are these drunk? These bitches ain't lucid
Go against the your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That girl is a crowd pleaser
world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it slowly
Frat girls still get even
mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge
They lose it the DJ drops the needle