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 keep that crack, paid with it
talk, while you bitches just play with it
Long hair care, Bad bitch. dont stare
You could leave don't care care, flow rare
So turned up don't wanna turn
You see that ass the front, no turn arounds
damn, I mean oh, shit! 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 with it
talk about paper? 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 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 dough to go and round
Im round 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 stopping
You see me in the then im copping that
Clutch full of green, Rodman hair
You know first class designer life is my campaign
I been ill and I change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just change
Low paper, really no paper,
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with Bitch you sound stupid
Bitch gone do it, me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!
You vision, you're on a mission
And I die, hang me high!
Real till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!