Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

Yo, I met this fine motherfuckin' bitch last man
Pussy taste strawberries man
I was up in the chillin' and spendin' much cash

Yo, I you man
Them big shot be perpetrating
And you still be taking a
at Donald Trump

I know a bitch named Dolly, she uptown
She got a fly new Benz, kid of brown
night she would front and try to flex on the X
For no reason, with diamond and stud shit

With two other girls, on glamor and big shit
around, at Apollo and Bentley
Sportin' the weave like the of the Centuries
Lookin' for Buster, and Tyson

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with
walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat
Her had on some shit, I think it was billy goat
Tryin' to play all and many down brothers out

b-boys, the crew and others out
Steppin' to bar, the first order was
had a fat ass with Tina and Charmane
Lookin' for tank four on E with no

The Benz was outside, with no gas
Bitches inside, hard in first class
Tryin to the X, like fucked up TV
for green to get to Washington D.C.

You give him his car back, money and back
Shoes and hat back, the you're known for
Hoein' out of state the big drug dealers
From East to West and only cash money

Charlie got much shit, bitches are eatin' well
You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the
Damn, I three hundred G's
I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty

And made but you never did realize
Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky
had a dime but know how to get one
Jerk one one out for a long ride

With and Charmagne, bums on E side
for BM's, Cherokees and Jaguars
Benzes and Audis for the brothers Jettas
Watch yourself and away from the rat trap