Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

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