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 a loaded ruger
So that I might need a coat rag
Look bitch you only 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 rollin' up on a new
I'm all the Glock fuck no jag
I got this on four's like two plus
Two and bitch is lubed up
Treat MC's like a new
Yeah bitch I'm
Five go tell yo' that his boy's said howdy
You to make it rain but would I, I doubt it
These hoes are bad weather, cloudy
I'm a kill these bitches dig ditches and
Rocks up out chevy trunk before you dead and lost
Cause we peelin' off in red Bugatti with bowties

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

[Verse 2:

All Chevy I'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive but I got some chronic at my
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to no time for convo'
it because I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, I'm a swing the wheel like a pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my glow
I a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' she love me through the mind boat
Back inside my seat my speakers like a bongo
Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a perfect combo
Anyone want it us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley Cyrus she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you us when you done gone broke
killing shit like 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 though
So I'm like a rhino, coming off the instagram
Northside Atlanta and I got it, want to get a
Servin' out my window like a burger want a drink, ten
Use a better pad now they it up and let me in
Leather interior until get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my then
Hit the gas till the moon we will never
Ain't nobody fuckin' Slumerican put that on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the like fuck you
Give me that Mickey D Super
Got a fresh pair of J's like two new heads
like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of shake and they up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' high as a
Thrown on the tip of a ball handle the
Lean some of them on the wall and limp home
Steam out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
a sigh bitch I put the south on it
Take a on the one I-89
You talkin' shit I put the crowd on it
It be another Yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the like country crop
But I fuckin' ain't no crop
Puts fear in the of a country cop
Everytime that I get fuckin'
Boy those some nice wheels but you better turn the down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
From a fuckin' hick with a and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie