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 crib and spendin' much cash

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

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

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

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

The Benz was outside, with 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 give him his car back, and coat back
Shoes and hat back, the credit known for
Hoein' out of state with the big 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 lips and eyes
Never had a but know how to get one
one take one out for a long ride

With Tina and Charmagne, on E side
Lookin' for BM's, Cherokees and
Benzes and Audis for the brothers Jettas
Watch yourself and step away the rat trap