Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the chevrolet with no tags
Got doors on this like a school bus
Hop on in
Take you for a ride with a loaded
So cold that I might a coat rag
Look bitch you only two puffs
That's crystal meth Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the south I cash
That ain't leather nubuck
You ain't really ruthless
You rollin' up on a new truck
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got this bitch on like two plus
Two and this is lubed up
Treat MC's a new slut
Yeah bitch I'm
go tell yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You want to make it rain but would I, I it
hoes are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a kill these bitches dig these and
Rocks up out this trunk before you dead and lost
Cause we peelin' off in red Bugatti with bowties

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

2: Rittz]

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

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