Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet 4 U

What the fucking you're thinking my
Fucking my team, what is you drinking my nigga?
Rapping turano, 'cause we've been my nigga
is the shit, hey DJ spint it my nigga,
If you ain't bout it, save a G time,
Pussy ass hoes, get the on,
Where the fuck your keep wine,
'Cause I'll be fom the where they keep dying,
Honey is the to breathe
Put up my glasser the streets until the of the queens,
Nowadays it ain't a choice, homie you're or you drink,
So I'd stay the murky in the back of my jeans.

Uh, I heard the haters and trying to fake me
Somebody me Coca Cola crazy.
I the haters whilling and trying to fake me
tell me Coca Cola crazy.
Uh, I got a 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, bitch,
I got a 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, uh.
Who to leave a fucking hoe, you're tryin to leave the fucking hoes, bitch,
I got a bullet 4 u hoe, I got a bullet 4 u
Ta ta ta ta.

Do it for music I salute to the game,
Always bout rapping but I used to the fame,
layin long, get to moving to green,
Buy me a studio I honey go chains,
them hoes, they ain't build for the shit
You got a couple fans now you're milking shit,
Spending all money bitch [?] for a bitch,
You realize a thousand are kill for my shit,
So I'm fucking go to work I should my dog,
A hell of a bitch you would applaud,
shit bitch you might get the hood and boat,
Cruising with my that ain't good for you,

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