Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

It go fly bitch, fly shit,
and got these ho on my
And if I could have one its that I die rich
Yeah, a bitch go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches just play it
Long don't care, Bad bitch. dont stare
You could leave don't 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 cough and hack and then toss some racks
Nah, now im about my business. And I these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, now me how it feel, huh?!
You vision, you're on a mission
And where I die, me high!
Real bitch till I die, Now me how it feel, huh?!
Money up so its going down, I got enough to go round and round
Im round and round, but no merry-go
see me out and say "there she go"
You know and look. You know stop and stare
im racked up, but not stopping there
You see me in the store then im copping
full of that green, Rodman hair
You know first champagne designer 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 made in a year is chump change
Low paper, no paper, huh?
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with who? Bitch you sound
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!
Real till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!