Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

I can't do with that bitch, the way she flodgin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't of my dogs starvin'
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the
Couple hoes they à trois me
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 Rolls curtains

Okay if you her with me you know she workin'
Okay I spent a quarter mil on purses
I have never for a bitch that swerves me
Oh yeah, oh
Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the whip
My niggas call me CVS, I the syrup with me
Purple Act, kush, purple percs nigga
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, the skirts nigga
I wore Balmain way your church niggas
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 Royce and through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off the Rolls Royce curtains
Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes ménage à trois-in'

I done had my for the whole engine (for the whole engine)
I'm see if my pockets can fit a whole million (a whole million)
Niggas be plottin', the I tote a semi (tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we to back in these Bentleys (YSL)
You you stealin' my drip,
need a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some head your bitch,
I even wanna hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix Hi-Tech red with Act,
I like like a chemist (feel like like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah 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 Gun' a goat, in that order (in that order)
Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse)
Went to fifty and back on a world tour (world tour)
racks, I came a long way from Diadoras (Diadoras)

I just made one of my 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, wait 'til I
Told me have her too, 'til I arrive, yeah
Oh my god, mob ties (hey)

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