Luyện nghe bài hát Black Barbies

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

That boy is a real pussy
All that but he never met Masika
the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he like La Quica
girls always lookin' for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what told me
Furry moon boots, shades
Too to give a shit about PETA

Sativa so I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I
New day, new money to be
New for them to imitate
I'm a fukin' black
Pretty face, perfect
Pink seats in the
Always fuck him I'm sorry
Who the fuck is gon' her?
If I really gotta her
Peter piper a pepper
And my cake is decker

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

I see these silly nigga's flexin', a no zone
You gon' be floatin' in dem like you know Joan
girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up my wrist lookin' like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin' nightmares of my new
These bitches pussy and don't ever 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 clown niggas actin', I'mma 'em some skits
Bitches rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my

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

Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, Brutus
Usually I'm a Christian but this peace is
All of my niggas draw but none of them
Usually I'm the baddest, usually I'm the
I'm the flyest, usually you're the stewardess
And we ain't playin' but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches These bitches ain't lucid
Go against the queen your will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? to NASDAQ
ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That is a real crowd pleaser
world, all her friends know of me
Young living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get
Haters mad for reason
Smoke in the air, drinking
They lose it when the DJ the needle