Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet 4 U

What the fucking thinking my nigga
Fucking with my team, what is you my nigga?
Rapping turano, 'cause been winning my nigga
Coca is the shit, hey DJ it my nigga,
If you ain't bout it, save a G time,
ass hoes, get the piece on,
Where the fuck money keep wine,
'Cause I'll be fom the where they keep dying,
is the laser to breathe
Put up my glasser the streets the last of the queens,
Nowadays it ain't a choice, homie trapped or you drink,
So I'd stay the murky in the back of my jeans.

Uh, I heard the whilling and trying to fake me
Somebody tell me Coca crazy.
I heard the haters whilling and trying to 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 4 u hoe, I got a bullet 4 u hoes
Ta ta ta ta.

Do it for bitch I salute to the game,
Always bout rapping but I ain't to the fame,
Rather long, get to moving to green,
Buy me a when I honey go chains,
them hoes, they ain't build for the shit
You got a couple fans now milking that shit,
Spending all your bitch [?] for a bitch,
You realize a hoes are kill for my shit,
So I'm go to work like I should my dog,
A hell of a performer bitch you applaud,
Talking shit bitch you might get the and boat,
Cruising with my Asians that ain't for you,

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