Luyện nghe bài hát Black Barbies

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

That boy is a real pussy
All that fetty but he met Masika
the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La
girls always lookin' for a soulmate
But I listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, Dita
Too to give a shit about PETA

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

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

I see silly nigga's flexin', it's a no zone
You gon' be floatin' in dem rivers like you know
Island girl, Trump want me go home
Still up with my wrist lookin' like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I "Oooh shit!"
up my phone cause I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin' of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don't ever do
Hahaha, get it? it-...hahahahahahaha
Half a on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns get deported
Niggas love me so much 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 is my sons, should be suckin' my tits

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

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

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