Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

I can't do nothin' with bitch, the way she flodgin'
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 like I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls Royce and came through swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce

Okay if you her with me you know she workin'
Okay I just spent a quarter mil on
I have never settled for a bitch that me
Oh yeah, oh
Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the first
My niggas me CVS, I keep the syrup with me
Act, purple kush, purple percs nigga
I Fear of God by the jeans, with the skirts nigga
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 through Bleveland swerving
I wiped my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains
Yeah, I can't do nothin' the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't of my niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes they ménage à

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 reason I tote a (tote a semi)
YSL my partners, we back to back in these (YSL)
You you stealin' my drip,
I'ma need a percentage (I'ma a percentage)
Just got head from your bitch,
I ain't even hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix red with this 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 and spent a quarter (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 door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse (voice hoarse)
Went to fifty states and back on a world (world tour)
Hundred racks, I came a way from Diadoras (Diadoras)

I just one of my bitches take my other bitch some paper out in LA
Yeah, I made one of my girls
my other girl some paper out in LA
Told me got me to too, wait 'til I
me have her too, wait 'til I arrive, yeah
Oh my god, it's mob (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 nothin' the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't of my dogs starvin'
with that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple hoes they ménage à