Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet 4 U

What the fucking you're my nigga
Fucking with my team, what is you drinking my
turano, 'cause we've been winning my nigga
Coca is the shit, hey DJ it my nigga,
If you ain't really bout it, a G time,
Pussy ass hoes, get the on,
the fuck your money keep wine,
'Cause I'll be fom the roads where they dying,
Honey is the laser to
Put up my the streets until the last of the queens,
it ain't 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 whilling and to fake me
Somebody me Coca Cola crazy.
I the haters whilling and trying to fake me
Somebody tell me Coca crazy.
Uh, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a 4 u hoes, bitch,
I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a 4 u hoes, uh.
Who tryin to leave a fucking hoe, you're tryin to leave the hoes, bitch,
I got a 4 u hoe, I got a bullet 4 u hoes
Ta ta ta ta.

Do it for music I salute to the game,
Always bout but I ain't used to the fame,
Rather long, get to moving to green,
Buy me a studio when I go chains,
Motherfuck them hoes, they build for the shit
You got a couple now you're milking that shit,
Spending all money bitch [?] for a bitch,
You a thousand hoes are kill for my shit,
So I'm fucking go to like I should my dog,
A hell of a performer 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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