Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

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

(Oh, oh!) just me and that (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) with a attitude (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't want to see that wave (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box up clean 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 at my condo
Blonde ho, me 'bout to fuck no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the chronic and the
Long stroke, I'm a swing the wheel a golf pro
Hit it from the she look behind and saw my charm glow
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
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 when you gone broke
Rap's killing shit like Matt Dillon did in
I'm just fired up while you gettin' up like a ancho
Chilling but really still feelin' like I'm on my though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, off the instagram
Northside Atlanta and I got it, to get a gram
Servin' out my window like a burger want a drink, ten
Use a better pad now fucked it up and let me in
interior until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the we will never land
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the mall fuck you
Give me Mickey D Super Sized
Got a fresh of J's like two new crack heads
Shoelaces like spud loose, on it
Coffee table of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
Lean of them lean on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Enzo
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' I might put the crowd on it
It would be another hate ground
Butter on the seats like crop
But I ain't no country crop
Puts in the heart of a country cop
Everytime that I get stopped
Boy those nice wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law with nothin' but a
From a fuckin' hick with a stick and dealin' with midget and bowtie