Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

Yeah, yeah
Gucci bag for my shoes, look dirty
Gucci bag for my shoes, look dirty
Yeah,
My nigga Wheezy, you know what I'm

I can't do nothin' with bitch, the way she flodgin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my starvin'
Rolly-polly with TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes they ménage à me
bag for my shoes, they look dirty
I got thirty new bitches like I'm
Bought the Rolls and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my off with the Rolls Royce curtains

if you seen her with me you know she workin'
Okay I spent a quarter mil on purses
I have never settled for a that swerves me
Oh yeah, oh
Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip
My niggas me CVS, I keep the syrup with me
Purple Act, kush, purple percs nigga
I tote of God by the jeans, with the skirts nigga
I wore Balmain way before your church
I know Chanel personal work,
I know, I'm the GOAT, I
All my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie Murphy

Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
I got thirty new bitches like I'm
Bought the Rolls and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Royce curtains
Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just know she
Wrapped a million up, ain't of my niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly with TEC-9, the carbon
hoes they ménage à trois-in'

I done had my for the whole engine (for the whole engine)
I'm tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a million)
be plottin', the reason I tote a semi (tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we back to back in these (YSL)
You you stealin' my drip,
I'ma need a (I'ma need a percentage)
got some head from your bitch,
I ain't wanna hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix Hi-Tech red with Act,
I feel like a chemist (feel like like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah slatt (slatt)
Slime was the to take me 'cross the border ('cross the border)
Walked inside of Saks and a quarter (spent a quarter)
Ride on the of your ho like a spoiler (I'm a spoiler)
Young Gun' wanna a goat, in order (in that order)
Me and 'bout to go to Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the four door Porsche and it had my hoarse (voice hoarse)
Went to fifty states and back on a tour (world tour)
racks, I came a long way from Diadoras (Diadoras)

I just made one of my bitches take my other some paper out in LA
Yeah, I just made one of my
my other girl some paper out in LA
Told me got me to too, 'til I arrive
Told me have her too, 'til I arrive, yeah
Oh my god, mob ties (hey)

Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
I got new bitches like I'm Curry
the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls curtains
Yeah, I can't do with the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
hoes they ménage à trois-in'