Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Shoes

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

I can't do nothin' that bitch, the way she flodgin'
Wrapped a up, ain't none of my dogs starvin'
Rolly-polly that TEC-9, the carbon
Couple they ménage à trois me
Gucci bag for my shoes, they dirty
I got thirty new like I'm Curry
Bought the Royce and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my off with 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 settled for a bitch that me
Oh yeah, oh
Yeah Balenciaga, triple-S the first
My niggas call me CVS, I the syrup with me
Purple Act, purple kush, percs nigga
I tote Fear of God by the jeans, the skirts nigga
I wore Balmain way before your church
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 thirty new like I'm Curry
Bought the Rolls Royce and came through swerving
I just my dick off with the Rolls Royce curtains
Yeah, I can't do nothin' with the bitch, just she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't of my niggas starvin'
Rolly-polly with TEC-9, the carbon
hoes they ménage à trois-in'

I had my trunk 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 back to in these Bentleys (YSL)
You you stealin' my drip,
I'ma a percentage (I'ma need a percentage)
Just got some from your bitch,
I even wanna hit it (I ain't even wanna hit it)
Mix red with this Act,
I feel like like a chemist (feel like a chemist)
Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah slatt (slatt)
Slime was the first to take me 'cross the ('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' wanna a goat, in that order (in order)
Me and Buggalo 'bout to go to Bora (Bora Bora)
Rode the four door Porsche and it had my hoarse (voice hoarse)
to fifty states and back on a world tour (world tour)
Hundred racks, I came a long way Diadoras (Diadoras)

I just made one of my bitches take my other some paper out in LA
Yeah, I just one of my girls
take my other some paper out in LA
Told me got me to too, wait 'til I
Told me her too, wait '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 Royce and came through Bleveland swerving
I just wiped my dick off with the Royce curtains
Yeah, I do nothin' with the bitch, just know she stalkin'
Wrapped a million up, ain't none of my starvin'
Rolly-polly with TEC-9, the carbon
hoes they ménage à trois-in'