Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the black chevrolet no tags
Got doors on this bitch a school bus
Hop on in
you for a ride with a loaded ruger
So cold that I need a coat rag
Look bitch you only two puffs
That's crystal Catfish Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the I blow cash
That ain't that's nubuck
You ain't really ballin'
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got bitch on four's like two plus
Two and bitch is lubed up
MC's like a new slut
Yeah bitch I'm
Five go tell yo' pap' that his boy's howdy
You want to make it rain but I, I doubt it
These 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 with

(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 running up and smooth (Bowties)

[Verse 2:

All black Chevy I'm a it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive but I got chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me to fuck no time for convo'
it because I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
Long stroke, I'm a swing the like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my glow
I took a picture of her for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she me through the mind boat
inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box me and 'Wolf a perfect combo
Anyone it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Miley Cyrus when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you gone broke
Rap's killing like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' up like a ancho
Chilling but really still like I'm on my grind though
So I'm like a rhino, coming off the instagram
Northside Atlanta and I got it, to get a gram
Servin' out my like a burger want a drink, it's ten
Use a pad now they fucked it up and let me in
Leather interior they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway inside my Chevy
Hit the gas till the moon we will never
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my

[Verse 3:
Walk to the mall like you
Give me that Mickey D Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's two new crack heads
Shoelaces spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of and they breakin' up an ounce on it
on the hip gettin' high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
Lean some of them 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 Yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the seats like country
But I fuckin' no country crop
Puts fear in the heart of a cop
Everytime I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those some wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law with but a ticket
From a fuckin' with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie