Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse Sez Batters]
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of Walt
Two words, one name, my Bruce Wayne, that dark knight
Bad chicks I roll with, shit, I don't spit
She do the same giving brains, I bag her up like Saks Fifth
Bird talk, swallow theses, you mad at her 'cause she me
Your bars hard, hard to read, I said mad at her 'cause she follow me
New windows, she macked up, you two like back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, when you up, we crack up, haha

A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that I don't like
disser, that's that shit I don't like

[Verse XV]
Love, life, loyalty is what I said,
And living legends until we dead, right?
Bitches hoping can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you see before like dead might
But this makes niggas with dreams end they life
I thought about it once, I thought about it
But I found passion in pit rise in the darkest night
Shout out to Angelakos, that's my nigga
I hate hearing new nobodies who just knew somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they
Vegas hotel lobby, her hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, it's had too shots
I hate niggas hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate that black don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Divine
Shout out to Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she said I'm out my
Won't see me on no set but it's my time, fine

2]
A fuck nigga, that's that I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't
Sneak disser, that shit I don't like
Don't like, like, like, like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't

Three: Freddy High]
Fuck niggas, Gang, light one, let's airplane
We kill shit that's fair game, address niggas, Vera
Change with a red dame, ass shots like Sara Jay
She suck trey the long way and her tits look like Tory Lane's
I'm up, yeah, we repping squares and that's for life
We don't a fuck if you don't like, long nights, pop bottles
We live life, that's our motto, rap shit don't work out for me
I still go back to my old life

[Verse 4: Meanz]
We're TV, yea my thrones, right? (right)
And up big fat sacks of that northern lights
Amped up in A&R's I don't like
Fake gossipin, twat
That bullshit — your life
Fresh and break trance
Hate who hate Asians
My fighter's not Asian
work, dedication
Who the bloody We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, don't fuck me
Your wife's here to get drunk
She friends, we accompany
means I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I up
These OG's woulda
I'm stuck now and toaster
all night, on sight
You're still talkin that trap
Bad news on my snap
out when you flash that
It's cheap cheap that we
These rattle all night
Hard hitters, crank that we all like