Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

It go fly bitch, fly shit,
and got these ho on my
And if I could one wish its that I die rich
Yeah, a tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches just with it
Long hair don't care, Bad bitch. dont
You could leave care won't care, flow rare
So turned up don't turn down
You see that ass from the front, no arounds
damn, I oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sick
So sick I might cough and hack and then some racks
Nah, now im about my business. And I know these hoes ain't it
Wanna talk paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder murder kill, hundred dollar
bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!
You gotta vision, you're on a
And where I die, me high!
bitch 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 and round, but no merry-go
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 designer is my campaign
I been ill and I can't change, so ill its a damn
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 don't fuck with who? you sound stupid
Bitch gone do it, 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?!