Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

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

(Oh, oh!) me and that chevrolet (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) with a attitude (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't want to see that pistol (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box running up and smooth (Bowties)

[Verse 2:

All black I'm a take it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and drive but I got chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the chronic and the
stroke, I'm a swing the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look and saw my charm glow
I took a of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' she love me through the mind boat
Back inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a
Bumpin' Box me and 'Wolf a perfect combo
Anyone want it 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 done gone
Rap's killing like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up you gettin' dried up like a ancho
Chilling but really still feelin' I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the
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
Leather interior they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the inside my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the moon we never land
Ain't nobody with Slumerican put that on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the like fuck you
me that Mickey D Super Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's like two new crack
like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table full of shake and breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
Lean some of them lean on the wall and home
mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
Take a sigh I put the south on it
a ride on the one I-89
You talkin' shit I might put the on it
It would be another Yelawolf hate
Butter on the seats like country
But I fuckin' ain't no crop
Puts fear in the heart of a cop
Everytime that I get stopped
Boy those some wheels but you better turn the music down
Cause it ain't the big
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
From a fuckin' with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and bowtie