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 bitch tryna go to the grave it
Know I keep that crack, gettin with it
Real talk, you bitches just play with it
hair don't care, Bad bitch. dont stare
You could leave don't care won't care, rare
So turned up don't wanna down
You see that ass from the front, no arounds
damn, I mean oh, shit! cold and my flow sick
So I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Nah, now im my business. And I know these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke might not get it
Now murder murder kill, hundred dollar
Real bitch till I die, now me how it feel, huh?!
You gotta vision, on a mission
And I die, hang 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 point and look. You know stop and stare
Yeah im racked up, but not stopping
You see me in the store im copping that
Clutch full of that green, hair
You know first class champagne designer is my campaign
I been ill and I change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang 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 Bitch 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 I die, hang me high!
bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!