Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

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