Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the black chevrolet with no
Got on this bitch like a school bus
Hop on in
Take you for a with a loaded ruger
So cold that I might need a rag
Look bitch you only two puffs
That's crystal meth Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the I blow cash
ain't leather that's nubuck
You ain't really ruthless
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got this bitch on like two plus
Two and this bitch is up
Treat MC's like a new
bitch I'm outtie
Five go yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You to make it rain but would I, I doubt it
These hoes are bad weather, cloudy
I'm a kill bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you dead and
Cause we off in that red Bugatti with bowties

(Oh, oh!) me and that chevrolet (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) a motherfuckin' attitude (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't want to see that pistol (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box up clean and smooth (Bowties)

2: Rittz]

All black I'm a take it to the car show
drink and drive but I got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to fuck no time for
Want it I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, I'm a the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my charm
I a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she love me through the boat
Back inside my seat my beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a perfect
Anyone want it us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you gone broke
Rap's shit like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up a ancho
Chilling but really feelin' like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' a rhino, coming off the instagram
Northside and I got it, want to get a gram
Servin' out my window a burger want a drink, it's ten
Use a better pad now fucked it up and let me in
Leather interior until get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my Chevy
Hit the gas till the moon we never land
Ain't nobody with Slumerican put that on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the mall fuck you
Give me that Mickey D Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's two new crack heads
Shoelaces like loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of and they breakin' up an ounce on it
on the hip gettin' high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
Lean some of lean on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Chevy
I put the on it
Have a seat put the couch on it
Take a sigh I put the south on it
a ride on the one I-89
You shit I might put the crowd on it
It be another Yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the seats country crop
But I fuckin' ain't no crop
Puts fear in the heart of a cop
Everytime I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those nice wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
From a fuckin' hick with a stick and dealin' with midget and bowtie