Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet 4 U

What the fucking you're thinking my
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 really it, save a G time,
Pussy ass hoes, get the on,
Where the your money keep wine,
'Cause I'll be fom the roads where they dying,
is the laser to breathe
Put up my glasser the streets until the of the queens,
Nowadays it a choice, homie you're trapped 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 tell me Coca crazy.
I heard the haters and trying to fake me
Somebody tell me Cola crazy.
Uh, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a 4 u hoes, bitch,
I got a 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, uh.
Who tryin to leave a fucking hoe, you're tryin to leave the hoes, bitch,
I got a bullet 4 u hoe, I got a bullet 4 u
Ta ta ta ta.

Do it for music bitch I to the game,
bout rapping but I ain't used to the fame,
Rather layin long, get to to green,
Buy me a when I honey go chains,
Motherfuck them hoes, they ain't build for the
You got a fans now you're milking that shit,
all your money 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 of a performer bitch you would applaud,
Talking shit bitch you get the hood and boat,
Cruising with my Asians that good for you,

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