Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the chevrolet with 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 need two
That's crystal meth Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the south I blow
That ain't leather that's
You ain't really ruthless
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got this on four's like two plus
Two and this bitch is up
MC's like a new slut
Yeah I'm outtie
Five go yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You want to make it rain but would I, I it
These are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a kill these dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you 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 that pistol (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
drink and drive but I got some chronic at my condo
Blonde ho, with me 'bout to fuck no time for
Want it I let her hit the chronic and the blanco
stroke, I'm a swing the wheel 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
Back inside my seat my speakers like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a combo
Anyone it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Miley Cyrus when she twerking let her tongue show, though
Why you blaming us when you done gone
Rap's killing like Matt Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up 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, want to get a
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 until they get another
Of my shoes, hit the inside my Chevy then
Hit the gas the moon we will never land
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put that on my

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