Luyện nghe bài hát Cranberry Juice

Ran up a and I didn't look back
Don't want your bitch, that hoe was
What is you doing? Run up a
She want to argue, I react
Blow me a 50 and make it right
I am a player bitch, I am a
If it ain't about
don't hit my jack
If it ain't about money, please hit my jack (wooh)
Truck presidential, you know it's a
I put the north and the on my back
She in her feelings, I can't get
She on the molly, she about to
I'm the mud so you know I adapt
You is a bitch, you getting no dap
Got to my nigga bow and a trap
hit the block and shoot me some craps (wooh)
Bought me a Gucci fur for the winter
She want to fuck 'cause a a winner
I could fit 20 hoes in a sprinter
You are not gang, do not enter
Why keep testing me, you know the recipe
got chickens, I'm talking sesame
It's a necessity, you are not me
the Lord 'cause I know he keep blessing me
Why do you question me, it no flex in me
Pop me an ecstasy, I'm tryna
She try to smoke on the lou and got
Hopped out the beamer and jumped in the
New Valentino hoe, these no chucks
hoe a bird, she just want to get plucked
Bitch I'm on fire, I can't wait to
Most of rappers gone run out of luck

Don't stop, go
thick, oh Lord
Big bank, big
Backwoods, no
Look up, see
up, see mars
I'm scorched, she
Ferrari on
Big horses, new
Where the at?

Extortionist, made a
That coco, she

I take my time this shit (I take my time)
And I ain't worried none of you niggas lil' bih
I grind for this shit, I did
Bih let me do I do, ooh
You it cost for this view, ooh
22 on my shoe, ooh
I let it like a zoos, ooh
I'm known for the rules, ooh
And my came with a pool, ooh
No I'm not fucking dude, ooh
Shorty she think I'm rude, ooh
look like cranberry juice (whip)
Just fuck on your girl (fuck)
True story, pour me a (deuce)
Get on the and abuse (abuse)
You know I'm never gone (abuse)
in that money like Scrooge (Scrooge)
Bitch you got no excuse (no)
Rich or be broke, choose (choose)

Whip like cranberry juice
Just tryna on your girl
True story, pour me a
Get on the beat and
You know I'm never gone
Swim in money like Scrooge
Bitch you got no excuse
or be broke, nigga choose

Ran up a and I didn't look back
Don't your bitch, that hoe was wack (wooh)
is you doing? Run up a sack
She want to argue, I won't (yo)
Blow me a 50 and make it back (yo)
I am a bitch, I am a mack (yo)
If it ain't about

Please hit my jack (no)
If it ain't about money, please don't hit my (no)
Truck presidential, you it's a lack
I put the north and the gang on my (yo)
She in her feelings, I can't get (no)
She on the molly, she to collapse (wooh)
I'm from the mud so you know I (yo)
You is a bitch, you ain't no dap (no)
Got to know my nigga bow and a (yo)
Might hit the block and shoot me craps