Luyện nghe bài hát Dresser (Lil Boy)

.454, I pull up on niggas, I 'em lets get it
they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it
Benjamin Franklin, niggas that I keep it 100
Got me a new clip for my .223 and that hold a hundred
I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no
Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', do everything except bite it
I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got
20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin
Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda like a Pisces
Lil you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin'
Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a
I ain't got no pussy all
I'm on "bitch, suck my dick" diet oh

Monica, home to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money, leave a on the dresser
a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Teresea, I'm of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear
Make a little money, a little on the dresser
Make a little money, a little on the dresser

nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'
Pull in Phipps in a motherfuckin' Tesla
Ain't no pressure you got a little extra
Put them beams on your face, 'em lookin' like freckles
Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm Zans
My pussy wet like it's wetting rain
This bitch clap on me I clap at mans, woah
Got Balenciaga's I ain't even yet
Half a pound of gas I ain't yet
Traphouse up with Ziploc
Used to my living room super big lots
In a club with some flip-flops
it's the time, baby it's not
Got a lotta windows on my crib,
to put that motherfucker in a tint shop, ooh

Monica, come to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, a little on the dresser
Teresea, I'm tired of bae, I'm into you, your rear
Make a money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, a little on the dresser

Who killed little boy, who little boy?
Rat hallways, no escape, no escape
misery, no way out from that hell

I'm bout to give these what they ask for
I used to have to argue my land lord
Yea, my is Tity Boi
Bitch gotta have at least a
All my came with a damn pool
Used to stash in my camel
Young 6'5" the handle
If you don't watch Atlanta then you to turn to Tennessee
I up in this bitch in a Phantom
Front grill looking like it's (it is)
Put some stacks on head little boy (lil boy)
they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy)
Pussy nigga need a tampon (lil boy)
Put bullets in a handgun (lil boy)
Keep a on me, nigga (nigga)
By the time I eat bacon I got bands on
All my I done put rims on 'em
I touched down, no end zone
All bitch do is run her mouth, nigga
On the right but bitch got a Sprint phone (hello)
Man she got about 100
Enough yard for me to put a Benz's on
And I pop me a perc
I might fuck that with my Timbs on
(True)