Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

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

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

[Verse XV]
Love, life, loyalty is what I said,
And living legends until we dead, right?
Bitches hoping they can catch me at a red
out of something you ain't see before like dead might
But this makes niggas with dreams end they life
I thought about it once, I thought about it
But I found passion in that pit rise in the darkest
out to Angelakos, that's my nigga Mike
I hate hearing these new who just knew somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they
Vegas hotel lobby, her titties hard as
Her ass drunk, it's had too many shots
I hate when niggas shit up just to see it flop
I hate black pornstars don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin 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 shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that I don't like
A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't
like, like, don't like, like
A nigga, that's that shit I don't like

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

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