Luyện nghe bài hát Demons

It go fly bitch, fly shit,
and got ho on my dick
And if I have one wish its that I die rich
Yeah, a tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin paid it
Real talk, while you bitches play with it
Long hair don't care, Bad bitch. dont
You could don't care won't care, flow rare
So turned up don't wanna down
You see that ass the front, no turn arounds
damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my sick
So sick I might cough and hack and toss some racks
Nah, now im about my business. And I these hoes ain't with it
Wanna about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!
You gotta vision, on a mission
And I die, hang me high!
Real bitch I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!
Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go and round
Im talkin and round, but no merry-go
see me out and say "there she go"
You know point and look. You know and stare
Yeah im racked up, but not there
You see me in the store then im copping
Clutch of that green, Rodman 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 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 fuck with who? 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 where I die, me high!
bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!