Luyện nghe bài hát Dip N Sauce

Shawty see sauce, I guess that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these bitches feel, they the deal, they on my pickle
the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a lick though
I can't afford to slip why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm riding that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I might take hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Pedal to the
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

Headed to them dollar
Big ol' 40 on my
Whippin', grippin', on her
blow me while I drive
I'm connected, that's my like written in cursive
Gucci shades, lookin' clean up in them glasses, detergent
I'm Scott Hall and I'm Hennig
is dripping, Mr. Perfect
Bitch, I'm splurging, bad bitch slurping, I hope I don't get to (woo)
I be gettin' while I'm switchin' lanes
Feelin' like the rain, on everything
I'm flyer than a plane, he think a game
He must wanna the rain like he Eddie Cane
You could get it, grippin', I ain't slippin'
Ghost Busters, I was trappin', all them niggas called me
Bitch, I am of no religion, but my are Christian
Got bag, you know I'm drippin'
When I tee up, it Lipton

Shawty see this sauce, I guess that's why she dip though
I'm who these feel, they know the deal, they on my pickle
Hope the way I these haters don't think I'm a lick though
I can't afford to that's why I'm grippin' on my pistol
I'm with that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I might take hoe-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to dough-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah

2]
Girl, put two feet up
Slide up in pussy with like two fingers and make it juicier
She deuces up
She her ex and met the executioner
I got other niggas faded like a Boosie cut
Girl, we gon give 'em hell they was Lucifer, now cut the music
It's the two of us and my 40 cal, you know it move with us
Don't ruin my money, all she wanna do is
tell your ex he better keep it cool because I will shoot shit up
She said God sent the male of her dreams, but I'm just racing to that like the bell from the ring
She said she can't wait til we get home to get this though
Chokeslam a bitch up on a bed, I I'm Big Show
her back and cock it, now she bustin' like my pistol
Right after that we get dough, you know how shit go

Shawty see this sauce, I that's why she wanna dip though
I'm who these bitches feel, they know the deal, on my pickle
Hope the way I drip these haters don't think I'm a though
I can't afford to slip that's why I'm on my pistol
I'm with that four-oh, oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
I might take your
to the floor-oh-oh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Racing to that