Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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I'm in the black with no tags
Got doors on this bitch a school bus
Hop on in
Take you for a ride with a ruger
So cold that I might need a rag
Look you only need two puffs
That's crystal meth Catfish Billy hoopla
All the south I blow cash
That ain't that's 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 four's two plus
Two and this is lubed up
Treat MC's like a new
Yeah bitch I'm
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 dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this trunk before you dead and lost
we peelin' off in that red Bugatti with bowties

(Oh, oh!) me and that chevrolet (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)

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All Chevy 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 to fuck no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the 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 charm
I a picture of her pussy for affective 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 perfect
want it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley Cyrus when she let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you gone broke
killing shit like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up a ancho
Chilling but really feelin' like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the
Northside Atlanta and I got it, want to get a
Servin' out my window like a burger 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 inside my Chevy
Hit the gas till the moon we will never
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my

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