Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

Yo, I met this fine motherfuckin' last night 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 be taking a loss
Look at Trump

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

With two other girls, on that glamor and big
Walkin' around, at and Bentley
Sportin' the like the Queen of the Centuries
for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson

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

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

The was outside, parked with no gas
Bitches inside, frontin' in first class
to play the X, like fucked 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 state the big drug dealers
From East to and only cash money stealer

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

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

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