Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

I can't do nothin' that bitch, the way she flodgin'
a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes they ménage à me
Gucci bag for my shoes, they look
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

Okay if you seen her me you know she workin'
Okay I just a quarter mil on purses
I never settled for a bitch that swerves me
Oh yeah, oh
Yeah Balenciaga, the first whip
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup me
Purple Act, kush, purple percs nigga
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, 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 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 nothin' with the bitch, know she stalkin'
a million up, ain't none of my niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
hoes they ménage à trois-in'

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

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

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