Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Like Remix

[Verse One: Sez
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of Walt
Two words, one name, my Bruce Wayne, that dark knight
Bad I roll with, whack shit, I don't spit
She do the same while brains, I bag her up like Saks Fifth
Bird talk, 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 up, you number two like back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, when you up, we crack up, haha

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

Two: XV]
Love, life, is what I said, right?
And living like until we dead, right?
Bitches hoping they can me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain't see before like might
But this game makes with dreams end they life
I about it once, I thought about it twice
But I passion 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 broads be doing to bodies
hotel lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, it's had too many
I hate when niggas shit up just to see it flop
I hate that black pornstars don't get any
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, out Mone Divine
Shout out to Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond shine
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 shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's shit 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 Freddy High]
Fuck niggas, Gang, light one, let's airplane
We kill that's fair game, address niggas, Vera Wang
Change lanes a red dame, ass shots like Sara Jay
She suck the long way and her tits look just like Tory Lane's
I'm up, yeah, we repping squares and that's for life
We don't give a fuck if you don't like, long nights, pop
We live life, that's our motto, this rap shit work out for me
I could go back to my old life

[Verse 4: Meanz]
watching TV, yea my thrones, right? (right)
And blazing up big fat sacks of that lights
Amped up in A&R's I don't like
Fake gossipin, snitchin
That bullshit — that's your
grooves and break trance
Hate those who hate
My favorite fighter's not
Hard work,
Who the bloody team? We run the
I'm Hale Branson, fuck with me
Your wife's here to get with
She friends, we accompany
This I'm the ghost 1
Who'da thought when I up
These OG's woulda
I'm now and that's toaster
That all night, on
You're still that trap trap
Bad news on my back
Watch out you flash that
It's cheap that we bumpin
trunks rattle all night
Hard hitters, crank that shit we all