Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

Yo, I met this fine bitch last night man
taste like strawberries man
I was up in the crib chillin' and spendin' cash

Yo, I you man
Them big shot bitches be
And you still be taking a
Look at Trump

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

With two other girls, on that and big shit
Walkin' around, at and Bentley
the weave like the Queen of the Centuries
Lookin' for Buster, Holyfield and

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

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

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

You give him his car back, money and back
Shoes and hat back, the credit known for
Hoein' out of with the big drug dealers
From East to West and only money stealer

Charlie got much shit, them are eatin' well
You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so the hell
Damn, I jerked hundred G's
I coulda put out a group with ten or MC's

And made megabucks but you never did
Dolly was shifty her lips and chinky eyes
Never had a but know how to get one
Jerk one take one out for a long

Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side
Lookin' for BM's, and Jaguars
Benzes and for the brothers with Jettas
Watch yourself and step from the rat trap