Luyện nghe bài hát Broke Bitch

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

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

I yo' type, I don't care
Get a light skinned with long hair
I spoke, you act like you mad at a
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad

It's in me, I'm with game
You get a autograph with a face to blame
Tear it up later when you hate my
now, I wanna make you taste my nuts

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

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

Broke
dollars worth of gas, where you goin 'cross the street?
Broke
You just marry a million dollar ballplayer
Broke

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

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

You tryin to hit a lick, no
You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your
Bitch, you need to and think
You act like a dick is a slot

Are you You can't be thinkin clear
It's quicksand, bitch, sink in here
You be rich, you better stop that shit
You hit the jackpot

bitch
Yeah, we tryin to get top notchers, want your busted ass
Broke
Quit all them knockoff purses and clothes, bitch

Broke
Always at the ground, you need to hold your head up
Broke
If you had some you wouldn't be wearin them raggedy ass shoes
bitch

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

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

I them buttons and I hit em
Most of the I get 'em
I got a million lines and I 'em
When I fuck, who do I like to call
I throw a little party and 'em all

They argue and fight with a brother
And I when they like each other
I told Polow I'm getting married
I don't give a fuck if you was Sherri