Luyện nghe bài hát Drop a Bag

If young Metro don't you, I'm gon' shoot you

Yeah, hoe
I blast on your ass (yeah, hoe)
I got riders a cab (yeah, hoe)
them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe)
You gon' me drop a bag (yeah, hoe)
You a hoe, you we know (yeah, hoe)
around and get exposed (yeah, hoe)
Gangsta on the (yeah, hoe)
In life, you like CB4

Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to a fade
I got niggas in streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool, you make the evening news
They can't find head to ID you, they don't have a clue
It's down on your block, where the bread at?
you sleepin', homie, send some shots, where your bed at
Got your bitch, what you thinking nigga, where your head at?
all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that
You a dead man, you up with lead, man, real niggas, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me, they gon' your head back (bitch)
And I where you been, where you standin' (hoe)
Ain't no runnin' off from me 'cause I don't play that,
(Yeah Hoe!)

I will blast on ass (yeah, hoe)
I got riders a cab (yeah, hoe)
Send hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe)
You gon' me drop a bag (yeah, hoe)
You a hoe, you know we (yeah, hoe)
Fuck and get exposed (yeah, hoe)
on the internet (yeah, hoe)
In real life, you CB4

Everybody know own when you're stuntin'
You done fucked with the wrong money
Niggas runnin' in your home they comin'
Sendin' at your dome, ain't no runnin'
Give up on your block, like we got it on
in the block, run up to your spot
Runnin' in and out, bet you fuckin' with the
Workin' with the opps, to put me in the box (bitch)
Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga, I'm a
Yeah, trap get slow but the shit don't (shit don't stop)
Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not (running)
You could put on but they still gon' plot, yeah
Got a couple still on the block
I could make me a on the block (mill')
And the way I wrap them things
I could get me a on the block
niggas ain't real on the block
Lotta niggas get on the block
Even though they ain't no money,
Them dumbass be still on the block
I cook that steel on the

I blast on your ass (yeah, hoe)
I got riders a cab (yeah, hoe)
Send them at your ass (yeah, hoe)
You make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe)
You a hoe, you we know (yeah, hoe)
Fuck around and get (yeah, hoe)
on the internet (yeah, hoe)
In life, you like CB4

me some pimpin', man
Man, fuck these ol' fake ass hoes on Instagram, Snapchat. These Facebook bitches showin' their titties and shit, tryin' to get a nigga's attention. All a nigga's DM, you hoes, man
Now get fucked up