Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 4: Bruce
watching TV, yea my thrones, right? (right)
And blazing up big fat sacks of that northern
Amped up in A&R's I don't like
gossipin, twat snitchin
That bullshit — your life
grooves and break trance
Hate those who hate
My fighter's not Asian
Hard work,
Who the bloody team? We run the
I'm Branson, don't fuck with me
wife's here to get drunk with
She friends, we accompany
This means I'm the 1
Who'da when I grow up
These OG's cosign
I'm now and that's toaster
That all night, on
You're talkin that trap trap
Bad on my snap back
out when you flash that
It's cheap cheap that we
trunks rattle all night
Hard hitters, that shit we all like