Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

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

Okay if you seen her with me you know she
Okay I just spent a quarter mil on
I have settled for a bitch that swerves me
Oh yeah, oh
Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup me
Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the nigga
I wore Balmain way your church niggas
I Chanel personal 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 bitches like I'm
Bought the Rolls 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'
a million up, ain't none of my niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the
Couple hoes ménage à trois-in'

I done had my trunk for the 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 in these Bentleys (YSL)
You niggas you my drip,
I'ma a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some head your bitch,
I ain't even hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix Hi-Tech red this Act,
I feel like a chemist (feel like like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business (slatt)
Slime was the first to 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 Buggalo to go to Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the four door Porsche and it had my hoarse (voice hoarse)
to fifty states and back on a world tour (world tour)
Hundred racks, I a long way from Diadoras (Diadoras)

I made one of my bitches take my other bitch some paper out in LA
Yeah, I just one of my girls
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, it's mob (hey)

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