Luyện nghe bài hát Bollywood Chick

I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know Hollywood is,
I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she her hips do a twist,
yeah I gotta hip hop chick her favorite Pac and Big,
I gotta hip hop chick ask her who's better and she say both the shit.

She Sexy
She Workin

1]
I'm a slum dog
livin', out of prison
in the Air
When the Remi's in the
Ain't no if Nyce goin diss em, hit em that flip em
Activate her mouth talking about the pimpin
Move to the next chick and my mission
Money over bitches, money snitches
Money this over that
If you bring it back
Shawty sayin Nyce gimme one more
I'm I'm not tryna be you man
The these fellas do for romance
You can hate but you can't stop my

2]
Hey Nina
I gotta dame ya
Gotta have gouda queso gotta have change ta
Get her to you
Poonana Nina gets brain cause my money game is insane I'm a hip hop hall of
Nina gots grills so the bitches wanna me
Wrists don't chill lookin than your rollie
Bollywood want the Louis and the Chloe
And thats what get after she do me and blow me
Black, white and Indian she'll from any man
But we are finished she then begin to spend to get me in
Cause my dicks a fit fight with the nice split Tech Nina
I do Bollywood chick likes this

3]
I met this fly hip chick
pink lipstick
She said I a bad man I said come get me
to ball
I I got it all
More writing on my body than a stall
Getting by the fist full
Pinky and my glow
First I took her shopping and then to the
Windy, Windy, on the stallian
D Cup fuck with the champion
Yes I am that
I said when God made you he was in a mood
She said I be contolled only unleashed
I said you came to the place baby I'm a beast
Hop my wip cops pulled me over
Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child
She listen to my music and she loves verse
Now she's my bottom bitch got my in her purse
Ya she kept the trap shut police went to work
If anyone disrespect my boo gettin murked

4]
She me from the deli
In LA on my
I'm flying in tommorow well I'm already
The on the third eye
She on the red eye
We do the thing my best friend like besta
My little queen
The of glamour girl you can see in your dreams
Moves like a
Her got me tipsy
Her nod of her
a rod of concipse
Very flexible studys the
Charming snake play the cobra
Can't down bangled tiger
a fever know why I like her