Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse Sez Batters]
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of 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 like Saks
talk, swallow theses, you mad at her 'cause she follow 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 back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, when you up, we crack up, haha

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

[Verse XV]
Love, life, loyalty is what I said,
And living like 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 makes niggas with dreams end they 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, my nigga Mike
I hate hearing these new nobodies who just somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they
Vegas hotel lobby, her 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 don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Mone
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin 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 nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that I don't like
Sneak disser, that's shit I don't like
Don't like, like, don't like,
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I like

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

[Verse 4: Bruce
We're watching TV, yea my thrones, (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 — that's your
Fresh and break trance
Hate those who hate
My favorite fighter's not
Hard work,
Who the team? We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, don't fuck me
Your wife's to get drunk with
She friends, we accompany
This I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought I grow up
These woulda cosign
I'm now and that's toaster
That all night, on
You're still that trap trap
Bad on my snap back
Watch out when you flash
It's cheap that we bumpin
These rattle all night
Hard hitters, crank that we all like