Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

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

Okay if you seen her with me you know she
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 first
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the with me
Purple Act, purple kush, purple percs
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, with the nigga
I wore Balmain way before church niggas
I know Chanel personal work,
I know, I'm the GOAT, I
All four my pockets got the Klumps, I'm Eddie

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

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 back in Bentleys (YSL)
You niggas you my drip,
I'ma a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got head from your 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 and spent a quarter (spent a quarter)
Ride on the back of ho like 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)
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 other bitch some out in LA
Yeah, I made one of my girls
take my girl 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 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 can't do with the bitch, just know she stalkin'
a million up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'
Rolly-polly with TEC-9, the carbon
Couple they ménage à trois-in'