Luyện nghe bài hát Dresser (Lil Boy)

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

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

Ain't nothin' man, I sold it all yester'
Pull in Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla
Ain't no pressure when you got a extra
Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like
Dammit man, I do not Tar but I'm having Zans
My bitch pussy wet it's wetting rain
This bitch clap on me I clap at mans, woah
Got I ain't even wore yet
a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet
Traphouse filled up Ziploc
to give my living room super big lots
In a strip club some flip-flops
Thought the time, baby it's not
Got a windows on my crib, nigga
Bout to put that motherfucker in a shop, ooh

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

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

I'm bout to these niggas what they ask for
I used to have to argue with my land
Yea, my is Tity Boi
Bitch gotta have at least a
All my cribs came a damn pool
to stash work 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
grill looking like it's dancin' (it is)
Put stacks on your head little boy (lil boy)
Yeah they 'bout to you the grandson (lil boy)
Pussy nigga gonna a tampon (lil boy)
Put bullets in a handgun (lil boy)
Keep a bankroll on me, (nigga)
By the I eat some bacon I got bands on
All my I done put rims on 'em
I done touched down, no end
All bitch do is run her mouth, nigga
On the right but that bitch got a phone (hello)
Man she got 100 acres
Enough yard for me to put a couple on
And I pop me a perc
I might that bitch with my Timbs on
(True)