Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

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

Yo, I you man
Them big shot bitches be
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 brown
Every night she would front and try to on the X
For no reason, that diamond and stud shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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