Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

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

Okay if you her with me you know she workin'
Okay I just a quarter mil on purses
I have settled for a bitch that swerves me
Oh yeah, oh
Yeah Balenciaga, the first whip
My niggas call me CVS, I the syrup with me
Act, purple kush, purple percs nigga
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the skirts
I wore Balmain way before your niggas
I know Chanel work, Celia
I know, I'm the GOAT, I
All four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie

Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
I got thirty new bitches like I'm
Bought the Rolls Royce and came 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 niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly with TEC-9, the carbon
hoes they ménage à trois-in'

I done had my trunk for the whole (for the whole engine)
I'm see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a whole million)
Niggas be plottin', the reason I tote a (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 from your bitch,
I ain't even wanna hit it (I ain't even hit it)
Mix Hi-Tech red with Act,
I feel like like a chemist (feel like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to dome, bring it back, yeah slatt business (slatt)
Slime was the first to take me the border ('cross the border)
Walked inside of Saks and a quarter (spent a quarter)
Ride on the back of ho like a spoiler (I'm a spoiler)
Gun' wanna a goat, in that order (in that order)
Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora (Bora Bora)
the four door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse)
Went to fifty states and back on a tour (world tour)
Hundred racks, I came a long way from (Diadoras)

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

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