Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

It go fly bitch, fly shit,
and got ho on my dick
And if I could have one wish its that I die
Yeah, a tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, paid with it
Real talk, you bitches just 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 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 toss some racks
Nah, now im about my business. And I know these ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke might not get it
Now murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, now me how it feel, huh?!
You gotta vision, you're on a
And I die, hang me high!
Real till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!
Money up so its going down, I got dough to go round and round
Im round and round, but no merry-go
see me out and say "there she go"
You point and look. You know stop and stare
Yeah im up, but not stopping there
You see me in the store then im that
Clutch full of that green, Rodman
You first class champagne designer life is my campaign
I been ill and I change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no thang what you made in a year is just chump change
Low paper, really no paper,
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with who? you sound stupid
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya 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?!