Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Trust A Soul

[Intro: & PnB Rock]
They talk money, they ain't really gettin' it huh
Lil bitch!
Don't give a fuck
you ain't low
It's Dreezy, Rock, get it

[Chorus: PnB
These niggas be hatin', these niggas be it
They talkin' bout money, they ain't get it
These bitches be snakin', they bitches be
They be tryna lie to me, be thinkin' I'm slippin'
I stay on my toes, be thinkin' they low
Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, do they know
Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't a soul

niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it
They bout money, they ain't really get it
These bitches be snakin', bitches be grimey
They be tryna lie to me, be thinkin' I'm slippin'
I stay on my toes, niggas be they low
Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, do they know
Everyday I got my pole, I I can't trust a soul

1: Dreezy]
I need nobody
I'm whippin' a (lowrider)
The dock gotta human
The engine is
I up reverse, then I hop in a 'Vert
Then switch up the whole
These bitches be these niggas for nothin'
They gettin' no profit
I'ma go shop I land
Hop on a with no bags
I know I'm makin' them mad, went and
him to go a lil faster
He got that top like a grad, I'ma put him of the class
Either way I ain't no pass
Niggas be like a [?] on a mask
so hard, fell in love with the feeling so I let go
I just got top a Muslim and I told him as-salamu alaykum
I fuck with nobody, let his mama say
I'm goin' through a yeah
Shoulda known you a stabber
Had a knife tatted on face yeah
You it's cash when I talk
Balenciaga when I
The hatin' shit get you far
[?] is the car
Got a whole on me right now
Smell like a P I walk
Know I said I want a M's
But I want B's in the vault
Dreez!

[Chorus: PnB
These niggas be hatin', these niggas be it
They talkin' bout money, ain't really get it
These bitches be snakin', bitches be grimey
They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I'm
I stay on my toes, be thinkin' they low
Bitches be I'm slow, little do they know
Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can't a soul

These niggas be hatin', these be fakin' it
They talkin' bout money, ain't really get it
These bitches be snakin', they be grimey
They be tryna lie to me, be thinkin' I'm slippin'
I on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low
Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they
I got my pole, I swear I can't trust a soul

[Verse 2:
I'm doin' 80 on the E-way out in
My eyes don't see no pussy through these Gucci glasses
I up in that 911 they like,