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 Wayne, that 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
Bird talk, theses, you mad at her 'cause she follow me
bars hard, ain't hard to read, I said mad at her 'cause she follow me
New windows, she macked up, you number two back up
He handcuff, tough, when you stand up, we crack up, haha

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

[Verse XV]
Love, life, loyalty is what I said,
And living like legends we dead, right?
Bitches hoping they can me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain't see before like dead
But this game niggas with dreams end they life
I thought it once, I thought about it twice
But I found 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 what these new broads be doing to they bodies
Vegas hotel lobby, her titties hard as
Her ass already drunk, had too many shots
I hate when niggas hype shit up just to see it
I hate that pornstars don't get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, 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 my fucking time, fine

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

[Verse Three: High]
Fuck niggas, Gang, light one, let's airplane
We kill shit that's fair game, 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 Lane's
I'm turnt up, yeah, we repping squares and for life
We don't give a fuck if you don't like, long nights, pop
We live life, our motto, this rap shit don't work out for me
I could still go back to my old

[Verse 4: Meanz]
We're watching TV, yea my thrones, (right)
And blazing up big fat sacks of that northern
Amped up in these I don't like
Fake gossipin, snitchin
That bullshit — that's your
grooves and break trance
Hate those who Asians
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 drunk
She brought friends, we
This I'm the ghost 1
thought when I grow up
These OG's cosign
I'm stuck now and that's
That all night, on
You're talkin that trap trap
Bad news on my back
Watch out when you that
It's cheap cheap we bumpin
These trunks all night
Hard hitters, crank that shit we all