Luyện nghe bài hát Broke Bitch

Whassup
Damn that? Can't even speak?
I ain't to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup
Let me ask you somethin,
Is that a wig or a

What you see is you get
If you like it, fuck you, bitch
You look good, you hot as
But you broke as hell and ain't got no

I ain't yo' type, I care
Get a light nigga with long hair
I spoke, you act you mad at a dude
I don't a fuck 'bout your bad attitude

It's in me, I'm laced game
You get a signed autograph a face to blame
Tear it up later you hate my guts
Right now, I wanna make you taste my

You hella fine, but I don't keep in touch
All I wanted was to sleep a slut
I wanna you, bitch, cause you got the look
A top notch, but you too hot to be shook

Broke
You can't fuck me, you can't afford me
Broke
You can't afford a happy meal from McDonald's

bitch
Five dollars worth of gas, where you goin the street?
Broke
You just wanna marry a dollar ballplayer
Broke

You get you a nigga in the NFL
A player, tall as hell
You might get lucky, the champ
But when you walk by say there's a tramp

The is low, you don't know what happened
Yo' baby daddy is low rappin
You do it big, spoil the kid
But you're still at the club out a shit

You to hit a lick, no doubt
You want diamonds, all you get is dick in mouth
Bitch, you need to and think
You act a dick is a slot machine

Are you You can't be thinkin clear
It's quicksand, bitch, sink in here
You wanna be rich, you better stop shit
You never hit the

Broke
Yeah, we tryin to get top notchers, nobody your busted ass
bitch
Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes,

Broke
Always at the ground, you need to hold your head up
Broke
If you had some money you be wearin them raggedy ass shoes
bitch

There's too many women, stop a player
I see one I like, I'ma and stare
I don't need plans, I'ma take the
I don't even have to ask the bitch to

I'm a natural, I don't need to win
I'm the kind of nigga that'll fuck friend
And you know nothin
Every time I see her on the low we

I know them and I hit em
of the time I get 'em
I got a lines and I spit 'em
When I wanna fuck, who do I to call
I throw a little and invite 'em all

never argue and fight with a brother
And I like they like each other
I told Polow I'm getting married
I don't give a if you was fuckin Sherri