Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

Yeah, slime
bag for my shoes, they look dirty
Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
Yeah,
My nigga Wheezy, you know 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 that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple they ménage à trois me
bag for my shoes, they look dirty
I got thirty new like I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls Royce and through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls curtains

Okay if you seen her with me you she workin'
I just spent a quarter mil on purses
I have settled for a bitch that swerves me
Oh yeah, oh
Balenciaga, triple-S the first whip
My niggas me CVS, I keep the syrup with me
Purple Act, purple kush, 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 Murphy

Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
I got thirty new bitches I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls Royce and came through Bleveland
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 that TEC-9, the
Couple hoes they à trois-in'

I done had my trunk for the whole engine (for the engine)
I'm tryna see if my can fit a whole 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 a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some head from bitch,
I ain't wanna 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 your dome, bring it back, yeah 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 like a (I'm a spoiler)
Gun' wanna a goat, in that order (in that order)
Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the four door Porsche and it had my voice (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 my other bitch some paper out in LA
Yeah, I made one of my girls
take my 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, it's mob (hey)

bag for my shoes, they look dirty
I got thirty new like I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls and came through Bleveland swerving
I just my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains
Yeah, I do nothin' with the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, none of my dogs starvin'
with that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes they à trois-in'