Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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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 cold that I need a coat rag
Look bitch you need two puffs
That's crystal meth Catfish Billy hoopla
All around the south I blow
That ain't that's nubuck
You really ballin' ruthless
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all the Glock fuck no jag
I got this bitch on four's like two
Two and this bitch is up
Treat MC's a new slut
Yeah I'm outtie
Five go tell yo' pap' that his said howdy
You want to make it rain but would I, I it
hoes are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a kill these bitches dig these and
Rocks up out this chevy before you dead and lost
we peelin' off in that red Bugatti with bowties

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

2: Rittz]

All black Chevy I'm a take it to the car
Shouldn't drink and but I got some chronic 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 the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she behind and saw my charm glow
I took a picture of her pussy for feeling
So she got the steppin' like she love me the mind boat
Back my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a combo
Anyone want it with us can get it they beggin' for
Miley Cyrus when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you us when you done gone broke
Rap's killing shit like Matt Dillon did in
I'm just fired up you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really still like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' 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 until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway 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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to the mall like fuck you
Give me that D Super Sized
Got a fresh of J's like two new crack heads
like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' high as a
on the tip of a ball handle the symphone
Lean some of them on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Chevy
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 Yelawolf hate ground
Butter on the seats like country
But I fuckin' no country crop
fear in the heart of a country cop
Everytime that I get stopped
Boy those nice wheels but you better turn the music down
it ain't the big city
Ran off the law with nothin' but a
From a fuckin' hick with a and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie