Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Trust A Soul

[Intro: & PnB Rock]
talk bout 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 be fakin' it
They talkin' bout money, they ain't get it
bitches be snakin', they bitches be grimey
They be tryna lie to me, they be I'm slippin'
I stay on my toes, be thinkin' they low
Bitches be thinkin' I'm slow, little do they
Everyday I got my pole, I I can't trust a soul

These niggas be hatin', niggas be fakin' it
They bout money, they ain't really get it
These be snakin', they bitches be grimey
They be tryna lie to me, they be 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 swear I can't a soul

1: Dreezy]
I don't nobody
I'm whippin' a (lowrider)
The gotta human inside
The is robotic
I pull up reverse, then I hop in a
Then up the whole topic
These bitches be fucking these niggas for
ain't gettin' no profit
I'ma go when I land
Hop on a plane with no
I know I'm makin' mad, went and got[?]
Tell him to go a lil
He got that top like a grad, put him ahead of the class
Either way I givin' no pass
Niggas be like a [?] on a mask
Ball so hard, fell in love the feeling so I let go
I just got top from a Muslim and I told him as-salamu
I don't fuck nobody, let his mama say
I'm goin' through a yeah
known you a back stabber
Had a knife on your face yeah
You know cash when I talk
Balenciaga when I
The hatin' won't get you far
[?] is the car
Got a whole on me right now
Smell like a P when I
Know I said I a couple M's
But know I B's in the vault
Dreez!

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

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

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