Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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I'm in the black with no tags
Got doors on bitch like a school bus
Hop on in
Take you for a ride with a ruger
So cold that I need a coat rag
Look you only need two puffs
That's crystal meth Catfish smokin' hoopla
All the south I blow cash
That ain't leather that's
You ain't really ballin'
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got this on four's like two plus
Two and this bitch is up
MC's like a new slut
Yeah bitch I'm
Five go yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You want to make it rain but I, I doubt it
hoes are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a kill bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you dead and
Cause we peelin' off in that red Bugatti 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)

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All black 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 fuck no for convo'
it because I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, I'm a swing the wheel a golf pro
Hit it from the back she behind and saw my charm glow
I a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' she love me through the mind boat
Back my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a combo
want it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us you done gone broke
Rap's killing shit Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really still feelin' like I'm on my grind
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 burger a drink, it's ten
Use a better pad now they 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 will land
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my

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to the mall like fuck you
Give me Mickey D Super Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's like two new crack
Shoelaces like spud loose, on it
Coffee table full of shake and they up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
some of them lean on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Chevy
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
Take a bitch 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 another Yelawolf hate
Butter on the seats like country
But I ain't no country crop
Puts in the heart of a country cop
that I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those nice wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it ain't the big
Ran off the law with but a ticket
a fuckin' hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie