Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

I can't do nothin' that bitch, the way she flodgin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't of my dogs starvin'
with that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes they à trois me
Gucci bag for my shoes, they look
I got thirty new bitches I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my off with the Rolls Royce curtains

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

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

I done had my trunk for the whole engine (for the engine)
I'm tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a million)
Niggas be plottin', the reason I a semi (tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we back to back in Bentleys (YSL)
You you stealin' my drip,
need a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some from your bitch,
I ain't even wanna hit it (I ain't even hit it)
Mix red with this Act,
I feel like like a chemist (feel like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to your dome, it back, yeah slatt business (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 back of your ho a spoiler (I'm a spoiler)
Young wanna a goat, in that order (in that order)
Me and 'bout to go to Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the four Porsche and it had my voice 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 one of my bitches take my other bitch 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 her too, wait '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
Bought the Rolls Royce and came through swerving
I wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains
Yeah, I can't do with the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my dogs
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the
Couple hoes they à trois-in'