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 Bruce Wayne, that knight
Bad chicks I roll with, whack shit, I spit
She do the same while giving brains, I bag her up like Saks
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 up, you number two like 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 nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that I don't like

[Verse XV]
Love, life, is what I said, right?
And living like legends until we dead,
hoping they can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain't see like dead might
But this game makes niggas with dreams end they
I thought about it once, I thought about it
But I found in that pit rise in the darkest night
Shout out to Angelakos, that's my Mike
I hate these new nobodies who just knew somebody
I hate what these new be doing to they bodies
Vegas hotel lobby, her hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, it's had too many
I hate when niggas hype up just to see it flop
I hate that pornstars don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Mone
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 that shit I don't
A snitch nigga, that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I like
Don't like, like, don't like,
A snitch nigga, that's that I don't like

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

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