Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

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

Yo, I you man
big shot bitches be perpetrating
And you be taking a loss
at Donald Trump

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

two other girls, on that glamor and big shit
Walkin' around, at Apollo and
Sportin' the weave the Queen of the Centuries
for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with
Dolly walked in, with a mink coat
Her friend had on shit, I think it was billy goat
Tryin' to play all and boogie down brothers out

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

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

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

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

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

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