Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

It go fly bitch, fly shit,
and got these ho on my
And if I could have one wish its I die rich
Yeah, a bitch go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin with it
Real talk, while you bitches play with it
hair don't care, Bad bitch. dont stare
You could leave don't care care, flow rare
So turned up don't wanna turn
You see that ass the front, no turn arounds
damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow
So sick I cough and hack and then toss some racks
Nah, now im about my business. And I these hoes ain't with it
talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder murder kill, dollar bills
bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!
You vision, you're on a mission
And I die, hang me high!
bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!
Money up so its down, I got enough dough to go round and round
Im talkin round and round, but no
see me out and say "there she go"
You know point and look. You stop and stare
im racked up, but not stopping there
You see me in the store im copping that
Clutch full of that green, hair
You know first class designer life is my campaign
I been ill and I can't change, so ill its a shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump
Low paper, no paper, huh?
Bitch gone do it, me run through it. You don't fuck with who? Bitch you sound stupid
Bitch do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!
You gotta vision, on a mission
And I die, hang me high!
Real till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!