Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the black chevrolet with no
Got doors on this bitch like a bus
Hop on in
Take you for a ride a loaded ruger
So cold I might need a coat rag
Look bitch you need two puffs
That's crystal meth Catfish Billy hoopla
All around the I blow cash
ain't leather that's nubuck
You really ballin' ruthless
You ain't 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
MC's like a new slut
Yeah I'm outtie
Five go yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You to make it rain but would I, I doubt it
These hoes are bad weather, always
I'm a kill bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk you dead and lost
Cause we peelin' off in that red with bowties

(Oh, oh!) me and that chevrolet (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) a motherfuckin' attitude (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't want to see pistol 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 and drive but I got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to no time for convo'
Want it 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 and saw my charm glow
I took a picture of her for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she me through the mind boat
Back 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 you done 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 creepin' like a rhino, off the instagram
Northside and I got it, want to get a gram
Servin' out my window like a burger want a drink, ten
Use a pad now they fucked it up and let me in
Leather interior until get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the we will never land
Ain't fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the mall like you
me that Mickey D Super Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's like two new 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 lean on the wall and home
Steam mellowin' out of a Enzo
I put the on it
Have a seat bitch put the on it
Take a sigh bitch I put the on it
Take a on the one I-89
You shit I might put the crowd on it
It would be another Yelawolf hate
Butter on the seats country crop
But I fuckin' ain't no country
Puts fear in the of a country cop
Everytime that I get stopped
Boy those some nice wheels but you turn the music down
Cause it the big city
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
From a hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie