Luyện nghe bài hát Bool, Balm & Bollective

1]
Woke up this morning feelin' and balm
Ain't have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was
Was it last night I had some bum
She got ratchet in the red dress we had a
Then I pulled up at the them niggas banging real hard
Had to tell them little niggas never of yall
Tryna a nigga lose his composure
Had to hit the gas on em' almost my soda
My curve skills on deck they the recipe
They like how you do it and keep it movin'
see me I usually lose it
When nigga act stupid, he ain't know my record ruthless
Actin' like he with the business but he ain't worth me detention
Sittin' in prison waiting' for my niggas, asking for money these bitches
When niggas start trippin' I be wanna tripping'
But I'm just bicken and act like the nigga

I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm, and
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm, and

2]
So I pull up at House
Pammy stay next to my family
And tell you something I to dig out
I stopped she start tripping I had to dip out
Smashin' out of the driveway she a brick at my window
So I stopped she ran up and my 64
See when a nigga hit it needy bitches go schizo
This dick is not a rental, of knew from get go
Get go, get, get get go
I'm like Casper but I wait until I hit to get ghost
She called her brother on me straight from the ? But I ain't
Real niggas don't get it between dick and
10 minutes later got a call on my
From a nigga sound like he was fresh outta
"Like Aye little nigga don't put your hands on my
Cause I gotta outta jail
manslaughter with a butcher
And she ain't no hooker, she no bitch
My momma raised her right, my sister got sense"
I told him I ain't test her I just stopped her dick
Then I told him fuck you and hung up like

I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and
I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm, and

3]
Gotta call later bout this and that
All drama, have to hang up like this is
I Shouldn't be on the phone either cause I'm strapped
If the police me over, my black ass goin' back
And thats up they alley, but I ain't a alley cat
I'm a red pitbull matter of fact
Turns on some jeezy thats street nigga slap
Right on right on Spruce we in the back
Now my homie hollering' at me
Bought real life shit and how its 'sposed to be
So he approaches me, get real to me
Try to tell me bout some niggas thats to me
So I and I listen and I listen
And I had to put my bid in
Can't keep it with some niggas that ain't real with me
He said to keep it P you is
They ain't never they better respect your life

I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and
I'm bool, and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and
I'm bool, balm and
I'm bool, balm, and