Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse Sez Batters]
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 spit
She do the same while giving brains, I bag her up Saks Fifth
talk, swallow theses, you mad at her 'cause she follow me
Your bars hard, ain't hard to read, I said mad at her she follow me
New windows, she up, you number two like back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, you stand up, we crack up, haha

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

[Verse XV]
Love, life, loyalty is I said, right?
And like legends until we dead, right?
hoping they can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain't see before dead might
But this game niggas with dreams end they life
I thought about it once, I thought it twice
But I found passion in that pit rise in the darkest
Shout out to Angelakos, my nigga Mike
I hate hearing these new nobodies who just knew
I hate what these new broads be doing to they
hotel lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her ass drunk, it's had too many shots
I hate when hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate that black pornstars don't get any
Shout out Banxxx, shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she I'm out my mind
see me on no set but it's my fucking time, fine

2]
A nigga, that's that shit 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, don't like,
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't

[Verse Three: Freddy
Fuck niggas, Gang, light one, let's airplane
We kill shit that's fair game, address niggas, 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 squares and that's for
We don't give a fuck if you like, long nights, pop bottles
We live life, that's our motto, this rap don't work out for me
I could go back 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 — that's your
Fresh and break trance
those who hate Asians
My favorite fighter's not
work, dedication
Who the bloody We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, fuck with me
wife's here to get drunk with
She brought friends, we
This I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I up
These woulda cosign
I'm stuck now and that's
That all night, on
You're still talkin that trap
Bad news on my back
out when you flash that
It's cheap that we bumpin
These trunks rattle all
Hard hitters, that shit we all like