Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse Sez Batters]
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of Walt
Two words, one name, my chain Bruce Wayne, dark knight
Bad chicks I with, whack shit, I don't 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, hard to read, I said mad at her 'cause she follow me
New windows, she macked up, you two like back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, you stand up, we crack up, haha

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

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

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

[Verse Three: High]
Fuck niggas, Gang, light one, let's airplane
We shit that's fair game, address niggas, Vera Wang
Change lanes a red dame, ass shots like Sara Jay
She suck trey the long way and her tits look just like Tory
I'm up, yeah, we repping squares and that's for life
We don't give a fuck if you don't like, 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 TV, yea my thrones, right? (right)
And up big fat sacks of that northern lights
up in these A&R's I don't like
Fake gossipin, twat
That — that's your life
Fresh and break trance
Hate those who Asians
My fighter's not Asian
work, dedication
Who the team? We run the scene
I'm Hale Branson, don't fuck me
Your wife's to get drunk with
She brought friends, we
This means I'm the 1
Who'da thought when I up
These woulda cosign
I'm stuck now and toaster
That all night, on
still talkin that trap trap
Bad on my snap back
Watch out you flash that
It's cheap cheap we bumpin
trunks rattle all night
Hard hitters, crank shit we all like