Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

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

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

[Verse XV]
Love, life, is what I said, right?
And living like legends we dead, right?
Bitches hoping they can catch me at a red
Hopping out of you ain't see before like dead might
But this game makes niggas with 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 Mike
I hate hearing these new who just knew somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they
Vegas lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, it's had too many
I when niggas hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate that black don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Mone
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin shine
out Kristina Rose, she said I'm out my mind
Won't see me on no set but my fucking time, fine

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

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

[Verse 4: Bruce
We're watching TV, yea my thrones, (right)
And blazing up big fat of that northern lights
up in these A&R's I don't like
Fake gossipin, snitchin
That bullshit — that's life
Fresh grooves and trance
those who hate Asians
My fighter's not Asian
work, dedication
Who the bloody We run the scene
I'm Branson, don't fuck with me
wife's here to get drunk with
She brought friends, we
means I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I up
OG's woulda cosign
I'm now and that's toaster
all night, on sight
You're still talkin that trap
Bad news on my back
Watch out when you that
cheap cheap that we bumpin
These trunks all night
Hard hitters, crank shit we all like