Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse One: Sez
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 don't
She do the same while giving brains, I bag her up Saks Fifth
Bird talk, swallow theses, you mad at her she follow me
Your bars hard, ain't hard to read, I mad at her 'cause she follow 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 shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's shit I don't like
A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I like

[Verse XV]
Love, life, is what I said, right?
And living legends until we dead, right?
Bitches they can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you see before like dead might
But this makes niggas with dreams end they life
I about it once, I thought about it twice
But I found passion in that pit rise in the darkest
Shout out to Angelakos, that's my Mike
I hearing these new nobodies who just knew somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they
Vegas hotel lobby, her titties hard as
Her ass already drunk, it's had too 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, out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond
out Kristina Rose, she said I'm out my mind
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 I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that I don't like
Sneak disser, that shit I don't like
Don't like, like, don't like,
A snitch nigga, that shit I don't like

[Verse Three: High]
Fuck niggas, Square Gang, light one, airplane
We kill shit that's game, address niggas, Vera Wang
Change lanes with a red dame, ass like Sara Jay
She suck the long way and her tits look just like Tory Lane's
I'm turnt up, yeah, we squares 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, this rap shit work out for me
I still go back to my old life

[Verse 4: Bruce
We're watching TV, yea my thrones, (right)
And blazing up big fat sacks of that lights
Amped up in these A&R's I like
Fake gossipin, twat
bullshit — that's your life
Fresh grooves and trance
those who hate Asians
My fighter's not Asian
work, dedication
Who the bloody team? We run the
I'm Hale Branson, don't fuck 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 woulda
I'm stuck now and toaster
That all night, on
You're talkin that trap trap
Bad on my snap back
out when you flash that
It's cheap cheap we bumpin
These rattle all night
Hard hitters, crank shit we all like