Luyện nghe bài hát Da Bichez

I'm not about the queens
But [what?] the
Not the sisters the bitches
Not the young ladies [what?] the
The bitches, the
[Bitch!]

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a
You can tell who's who by the things want

Most chicks want
Diamonds, a
up all your ends
Prob'bly your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat
Think that the pussy is made out of
Try to you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be up sex for goods

Dealin' bitches is the same old song
They only want you 'til richer comes along

Don't get me wrong, strong black
I know who so due respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you, and around
Bitches suck you dry and push you
So it's my to address
vampiress
Givin' the black man
Recognize what's and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, bitches

I'm not about the queens
But [what?] the
Not the [what?] the bitches
Not the young ladies [what?] the
The bitches, the
[Bitch!]

My man had a chick an' she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm
I him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't me, so she bagged him up in the end
Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the

Black Widow: she even killed dead
That owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent
I body her But I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it me pissed

Cosmetic enchantress temptress
The way my man out you'd think she was a pimpstress

Bitches my way, I make 'em hop
I'm hip to the game
I'm not a so I don't get pussy-whipped
Bear in mind lose em' to end material riches
Fuckin' with those bitches

I'm not talking the queens
But the bitches
Not the [what?] the bitches
Not the ladies [what?] the bitches
The bitches, the
[Bitch!]

I've been club-hoppin'
You've been
You've seen them pop up in every that I'm in

Any with a record
Could get your butt

So man got a Lexus
You in the projects
Tryin' a flex but you the smartest
ass ain't the fattest
Fuck around, play and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my
Deep down you this
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain

Poppin' coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't to me
And don't talk R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Cause I treat my black sisters like

Now go in peace Don't me get raw
And treat you like the harlot you are
Filthy