Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

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

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

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

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

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

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

The was outside, parked with no gas
Bitches inside, frontin' in first class
Tryin to play the X, like up TV
for green to get to Washington D.C.

You give him his car back, and coat back
Shoes and hat back, the credit you're for
out of state with the big drug dealers
From to West and only cash money stealer

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

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

With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E
Lookin' for BM's, Cherokees and
Benzes and Audis for the with Jettas
Watch yourself and step away from the rat