Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse One: Sez
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black of Walt White
Two words, one name, my Bruce 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
Bird talk, swallow theses, you mad at her 'cause she me
Your bars hard, ain't hard to read, I mad at her 'cause she follow me
New windows, she up, you number two like 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 shit I like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't
Sneak disser, that's that shit I like

Two: XV]
Love, life, is what I said, right?
And living like legends until we dead,
Bitches hoping can catch me at a red light
out of something you ain't see before like dead might
But this game makes niggas with dreams end they
I thought about it once, I about it twice
But I found passion in that pit in the darkest night
Shout out to Angelakos, that's my nigga
I hate hearing these new nobodies who just 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 to see it flop
I hate black pornstars don't get any props
Shout out Banxxx, shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin shine
Shout out Rose, she said I'm out my mind
Won't see me on no set but it's my fucking time,

2]
A fuck nigga, that's shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's shit I don't 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, light one, let's
We kill shit that's fair game, address niggas, Wang
Change lanes with a red dame, ass like Sara Jay
She suck trey the long way and her tits 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, long nights, pop
We live life, that's our motto, this rap don't work out for me
I could still go to my old life

[Verse 4: Bruce
We're watching TV, yea my thrones, (right)
And up big fat sacks of that northern lights
Amped up in these A&R's I like
gossipin, twat snitchin
That bullshit — that's life
Fresh and break trance
those who hate Asians
My favorite fighter's not
Hard work,
Who the bloody team? We run the
I'm Hale Branson, don't with me
Your wife's here to get 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 toaster
That all night, on
You're still talkin trap trap
Bad news on my snap
out when you flash that
It's cheap that we bumpin
These trunks all night
Hard hitters, crank that we all like