Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse One: Sez
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of White
Two words, one name, my chain Bruce Wayne, that knight
Bad chicks I roll with, whack shit, I don't
She do the while giving brains, I bag her up like Saks Fifth
Bird talk, theses, you mad at her 'cause she follow me
Your bars hard, ain't to read, I said mad at her 'cause she follow me
New windows, she macked up, you number two back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, when you up, we crack up, haha

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

[Verse XV]
Love, life, loyalty is I said, right?
And living like legends we dead, right?
Bitches hoping they can catch me at a red
Hopping out of something you ain't see before dead might
But this game makes niggas with dreams end life
I thought about it once, I thought about it
But I passion in that pit rise 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 be doing to they bodies
Vegas hotel lobby, her hard as rock
Her ass drunk, it's had too many shots
I hate when niggas hype shit up just to see it
I that black pornstars don't get any props
out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I Skin Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she said I'm out my
Won't see me on no set but it's my fucking time,

2]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I like
A nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that I don't like
Don't like, like, like, like
A nigga, that's that shit I don't like

[Verse Freddy High]
Fuck niggas, Square Gang, light one, airplane
We kill that's fair game, address niggas, Vera Wang
Change with a red dame, ass shots like Sara Jay
She suck trey the long way and her tits look just like Lane's
I'm turnt up, yeah, we squares and that's for life
We don't give a fuck if you like, long nights, pop bottles
We live life, our motto, this rap shit don't work out for me
I still 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 these A&R's I like
Fake gossipin, snitchin
That bullshit — that's your
Fresh grooves and break
Hate who hate Asians
My favorite fighter's not
work, dedication
Who the bloody team? We run the
I'm Hale Branson, fuck with me
Your wife's here to get with
She brought friends, we
This I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I up
OG's woulda cosign
I'm stuck now and that's
That all night, on
still talkin that trap trap
Bad news on my back
Watch out you flash that
It's cheap that we bumpin
These rattle all night
hitters, crank that shit we all like