Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bottles

Black bottles and the gold
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 them niggas never see the bread
bottles and the gold chains
Ho swallowin' my whole (Rozay)
I got some niggas slide for me
In other words, there to die for me
hand for the styrofoam
My right keep this Calico
I gave my shone a loan
That bitch's made the honor roll
It's a world, meanin' no love
to do work, nigga, no gloves
Just got me 2 birds ol' boy
I look out for ol' boy
Belaire, my
I ate your bitch out on the dinner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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