Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Dealer

[Intro: Meek
There's three types of in life
Niggas that make it
that watch it happen
And niggas that don't know what the fuck is going on
one...
[Verse 1: Mill]
I got all bad bitches twerkin'
Waves on swim, shit
I don't yall niggas 'round me
Broke niggas me nervous
Shawty said she want paper
Pop like she workin'
Damn, a nigga famous
Rari by the Benz, I'm (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
rap, I might sell swag
She want me 'cause she know i got Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get that swag
Her like, "Where you get that Chanel bag?"
55 hundo, pop green, and I
Like
me, North-South, with a dime ho
Turnt up, but I'm like calm ho
I go, a million here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the
But she look like a foreign, hair
And I'm her remi
I like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!)
I get your pregnant
You all on me, you sick (HA HA!)
I ride in my hood in a Bently like it's a Vic (SKR SKR!)
bitches is choosin'
You niggas is
We
expect?
(Haah?)
[Hook: Meek
Wanna fuck with a dealer?
Or fuckin' them broke niggas?
And I don't fuck you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Homer
dope, nigga!
[Verse 2: Minaj]
I got all these dealers serving
Cut the up, they surgeons
I want y'all bitches 'round me
Whack make me curve 'em
rug, that's Persian
One wheel up and we
Wetter a lake, that's Ricki!
Pop like she Nicki
She want me she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the so crazy, I done bent the door
Bad bitch wanna it, I lent it to her
Make her bust that open in Singapore
30 million though, Forbes
Out in Philly in a condo, shit
Now they call me Young Oprah;
In the rockin' polo, Marco
Millionaires, do leers
No, can't see me, they're never my peers
of my labor, go get me my pears
Cause outta your element; I am your fear
So go get off my testicle, my decimal, bitch!
up my resumé, I'm upper echelon rich
Them bikes is out and we 'em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm a Myx, bitch!

[Verse 3: Ross]
DC, M

Say my name and bitch I grant your wish (BOSS!)
fingers, 30 K
You better drop that brick (drop brick)
Philly brothers, they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)
I pray to God, I drop my top (Thank you Lord!)
Humble man, with me and the Lord
I'm the shit, coming down Street
"Sal" Magluta, "Willy"
Flamboyant boy, talkin' Al Capone (ROZAY!)
From Monte to Los Muchachos
My Mexicanos not talking
This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push button
On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don't nothin'
You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke
My sneaker like A.I.'s
We drink Belaire St. Ides