Luyện nghe bài hát Dolly and the Rat Trap

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

Yo, I you man
Them big shot be perpetrating
And you still be a loss
Look at Donald

I know a bitch Dolly, she live uptown
She got a fly new Benz, kid of Asian
Every night she would front and try to 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 weave the Queen of the Centuries
Lookin' for Buster, and Tyson

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

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

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

You give him his car back, money and coat
Shoes and hat back, the credit you're for
Hoein' out of state with the big 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 what the
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 lips and chinky
had a dime but know how to get one
Jerk one one out for a long ride

With and Charmagne, bums on E side
Lookin' for BM's, and Jaguars
Benzes and for the brothers with Jettas
Watch yourself and away from the rat trap