Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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

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

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All Chevy I'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't and drive but I got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the chronic and the
stroke, I'm a swing the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my charm
I took a picture of her pussy for affective
So she got the like she love me through the mind boat
Back inside my seat my speakers beatin' a bongo
Bumpin' Box me and 'Wolf a perfect combo
Anyone want it with us can get it they for attention
Like Miley Cyrus when she twerking let her show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you gone broke
Rap's killing shit Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up like a
Chilling but really still feelin' like I'm on my though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, off the instagram
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 until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my then
Hit the gas till the moon we will land
Ain't nobody fuckin' Slumerican put that on my Chevy

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to the mall like fuck you
Give me that Mickey D Super
Got a fresh pair of J's two new crack heads
Shoelaces spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee full of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' high as a
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
Lean some of them lean on the wall and limp
mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
Take a sigh I put the south on it
a ride on the one I-89
You talkin' I might put the crowd on it
It would be Yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the seats like country
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 nothin' but a ticket
From a hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie