Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the chevrolet with no tags
Got doors on this bitch like a bus
Hop on in
Take you for a ride with a ruger
So cold that I might a coat rag
Look bitch you only need two
That's meth Catfish Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the south I cash
That ain't that's nubuck
You ain't really ballin'
You ain't rollin' up on a new
I'm all the Glock fuck no jag
I got this on four's like two plus
Two and this bitch is up
Treat like a new slut
Yeah I'm outtie
Five go tell yo' pap' that his 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 chevy trunk before you dead and lost
Cause we off in that red Bugatti with bowties

(Oh, oh!) just me and that (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) with a motherfuckin' (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you want to see that pistol wave (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box running up and smooth (Bowties)

2: Rittz]

All black Chevy I'm a 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'
it because I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, I'm a the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the she look behind and saw my charm glow
I a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she love me the mind boat
Back inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a perfect
Anyone want it with us can get it beggin' for attention
Like Miley when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you us when you done gone broke
Rap's killing like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really still feelin' 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
out my window like a burger want a drink, it's ten
Use a better pad now they it up and let me in
Leather interior until they get another
Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my Chevy
Hit the gas till the moon we never land
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the mall like you
Give me that Mickey D Sized
Got a pair of J's like two new crack heads
Shoelaces like loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of shake and breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a ball the symphone
Lean some of them lean on the wall and home
mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
Take a bitch 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 hate ground
Butter on the seats country crop
But I fuckin' ain't no crop
Puts fear in the of a country cop
Everytime I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those some nice wheels but you better the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law with but a ticket
From a hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie