Luyện nghe bài hát Dresser (Lil Boy)

.454, I pull up on niggas, I 'em lets get it
Niggas they on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it
Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I it 100
Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch a hundred
I'm still in the hood, I got me a and I don't want no Nike's
Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do except bite it
I can go slow like an old man, I can go 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 to start up a riot
I ain't got no pussy all
I'm on "bitch, suck my dick" diet oh

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

Ain't special man, I sold it all yester'
Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin'
no pressure when you got a little extra
Put beams on your face, have '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 while I clap at mans,
Got Balenciaga's I even wore yet
a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet
Traphouse filled up Ziploc
Used to my living room super big lots
In a strip with some flip-flops
Thought it's the time, it's not
Got a windows on my crib, nigga
to put that motherfucker in a tint shop, ooh

Monica, home to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money, a little on the dresser
a little money, leave 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 money, leave a little on the dresser

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

I'm bout to these niggas what they ask for
I used to have to argue with my lord
Yea, my is Tity Boi
gotta have at least a handful
All my cribs came with a damn
to stash work in my camel
Young 6'5" the handle
If you don't Atlanta then you need to turn to Tennessee
I up in this bitch in a Phantom
Front looking like it's dancin' (it is)
Put some stacks on your head boy (lil boy)
Yeah they 'bout to call you the (lil boy)
nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy)
Put bullets in a handgun (lil boy)
Keep a bankroll on me, (nigga)
By the time I eat some bacon I got on
All my cars I done put on 'em
I done down, no end zone
All that bitch do is run her mouth,
On the right but that bitch got a Sprint (hello)
Man she got about 100
Enough yard for me to put a Benz's on
And I just pop me a
I fuck that bitch with my Timbs on
(True)