Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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

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

2: Rittz]

All black I'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive but I got chronic at my condo
ho, with 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 look and saw my charm glow
I took a picture of her pussy for feeling
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 beggin' for
Like Miley Cyrus when she let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you done broke
Rap's killing shit like Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but still feelin' like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the
Atlanta and I got it, want to get a gram
Servin' out my window like a burger 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 inside my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the moon we will never
Ain't nobody fuckin' with put that on my Chevy

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Walk to the like fuck you
Give me that D Super Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's like two new heads
Shoelaces like loose, bounce on it
table 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 handle the symphone
Lean some of them on the wall and limp home
mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
Have a seat bitch put the on it
Take a bitch I put the south on it
Take a ride on the one
You talkin' I might put the crowd on it
It would be another Yelawolf hate
on the seats like country crop
But I ain't no country crop
fear in the heart of a country cop
Everytime that I get stopped
Boy some nice wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law with but a ticket
From a fuckin' hick with a and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie