Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse Sez Batters]
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of Walt
Two words, one name, my chain Wayne, that dark knight
Bad chicks I with, whack shit, I don't spit
She do the while giving brains, I bag her up like Saks Fifth
talk, swallow theses, you mad at her 'cause 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 like 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 shit I don't
A nigga, that's 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 legends until we dead, right?
Bitches hoping can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain't see before like might
But game makes niggas with dreams end they life
I thought about it once, I about it twice
But I found passion in that pit in the darkest night
Shout out to Angelakos, my nigga Mike
I hate hearing these new nobodies who just somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to bodies
hotel lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, had too many shots
I hate niggas hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate that pornstars don't get any props
Shout out Banxxx, shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond
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 shit 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's that shit I like
Don't like, like, don't like,
A snitch nigga, that shit I don't like

[Verse Three: High]
Fuck niggas, Square Gang, one, let's airplane
We kill shit fair game, address niggas, Vera Wang
Change lanes with a red dame, ass shots Sara Jay
She suck trey the long way and her look just like Tory Lane's
I'm turnt up, yeah, we repping 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 could still go to my old life

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