Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse One: Sez
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black of Walt White
Two words, one name, my chain Bruce Wayne, that dark
Bad chicks I with, whack shit, I don't spit
She do the same while 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 stand up, we crack up,

A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A nigga, that's that shit 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, loyalty is what I said,
And living like legends until we dead,
hoping they 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 it once, I thought about it twice
But I found passion in that pit rise in the night
Shout out to Angelakos, that's my nigga
I hate these 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, had too many shots
I hate when hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate that pornstars don't get any props
out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she I'm out my mind
Won't see me on no set but my fucking 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 shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I like
Don't like, like, like, like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I like

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

[Verse 4: Bruce
watching 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
gossipin, twat snitchin
That bullshit — your life
Fresh grooves and trance
those who hate Asians
My favorite fighter's not
Hard work,
Who the bloody We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, fuck with me
Your wife's here to get drunk
She friends, we accompany
This means I'm the 1
Who'da thought I grow up
These woulda cosign
I'm now and that's toaster
all night, on sight
You're still talkin that trap
Bad news on my back
out when you flash that
It's cheap cheap that we
These rattle all night
hitters, crank that shit we all like