Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bottles

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

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

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

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

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

32 bricks of gold, Malone
Lookin' at my Breitling, it got VS-1
Lately lot of you been rockin' rhinestones
Talkin' 'bout you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home
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 gang, QC the label
fuck better get with it
After my show, I'm on top of your ho, nigga autographin' titties
around the globe
I was told not to sell my
For the of fame and never fold
Had to behind the internet
A takin' chains, Debo
24k on my toes, my Maison Margiela's, they gold
Trappin' and dabbin', I in the rain, sleet, or snow

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

Drug deala, keep the 9 milla
You scary just like "Thriller", thinkin' about buyin' a
the plug for the work
I cross him over, no
Sippin' Rose the day I had a court date
Tried to fuck lil mama, I don't really 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 are too fake
They watchin' a like Blu-Ray
You talkin' 'bout that blow but you can't be in the kitchen
Whippin' up Alicia
You say you got the big money, but really your money is sesame seeds
I got this named Valerie, she bring me bricks from Sicily
My neck is flooded and my cup is mudded
The made me a villain, out that bowl, I made a million

Black bottles and the gold
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' gold the cocaine
Boil kilo in the
drug dealer on the car lot