Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bottles

Black bottles and the chains
Want the half or the whole
You goin' hard or you're goin'
You goin' gold or you chrome?

Pussy wanna see you dead
'Cause pussy niggas never see the bread
Black bottles and the gold
Ho swallowin' my name (Rozay)
I got some that'll slide for me
In other words, niggas to die for me
Left for the styrofoam
My right keep this Calico
I gave my a student loan
That bitch's mouth made the roll
It's a cold world, meanin' no
Down to do work, nigga, no
Just got me 2 from ol' boy
I look out for ol' boy
Belaire, my
I ate your out on the dinner table

bottles and the gold chains
Want the or the whole thing?
You goin' or you're goin' home?
You gold or you ridin' chrome?

Migos! out the bando with a 4-5
My mama me get money and stay alive (mama!)
I make the deal, I think he wearing a wire
Pitching hard ball and they hit it, call 'em Mark
I'm meeting up Pele Migo, that's my ese
He ain't ever have a private jet, but on runways
My whip the magic, Quavo Hardaway
3,000 birds in the air, I call it
I was nothin', into somethin', these bitches want me
I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no
up in the foreign, that's the trunk where the motor be
Bottles in that VIP, bring out the camera, Lee

Black bottles and the chains
Want the or the whole thing?
You goin' hard or you're goin'
You goin' gold or you chrome?

32 bricks of gold, Karl
at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones
Lately lot of you niggas been rockin'
Talkin' you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone
Takin' a trip to go pick up that and we pull up in Bentleys (pullin' up)
Walkin' around that sack, no 6, nigga walking with a 50
It's Migo gang, QC the
niggas better get with it
After my show, I'm on top of your ho, nigga autographin' bitches
Travelin' the globe
I was told not to sell my
For the price of fame and never
Had to jump behind the
A nigga takin' chains,
24k on my toes, my Maison Margiela's, they rose
and dabbin', I trap in the rain, sleet, or snow

Black bottles and the chains
the half or the whole thing?
You goin' or you're goin' home?
You gold or you ridin' chrome?

Drug deala, keep the 9 milla
You scary like "Thriller", thinkin' about buyin' a buildin'
Finessin' the for the work
I cross him over, no
Sippin' Rose after the day I had a date
Tried to lil mama, I don't really like no foreplay
Talkin' all that shit, I'll put a price all on your
I hit him in the mouth, he thought he had a damn
Both of you niggas are too
They watchin' a like Blu-Ray
You talkin' 'bout blow but you can't be from in the kitchen
Whippin' up Alicia
You say that you got the big money, but really money is sesame seeds
I got this bitch named Valerie, she me bricks from Sicily
My neck is flooded and my double cup is
The streets me a villain, out that bowl, I made a million

bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole
You hard or you're goin' home?
You goin' gold or you chrome?

bottles and the gold chains
Wearin' gold the cocaine
Boil in the crockpot
drug dealer on the car lot