Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Albert (Remix)

I got stars in the of my car, girl
Recognize you are, girl
Jet Life this a world
Lowride my OG's, who wore them Jheri curls
Circa
Now my spin same time I roll around
my shit a lil bit 'cause I worked hard
Two laps in the parking lot show my off
Bad bitches tell them haters stay off my dick
Set like a coffee pot
Them niggas talking so much but are they talking 'bout
Coupe interior brown leather the stiching, blue muffin
They know I'm finna come up something
Rap hustling a lil bit pack running
Making stacks it
like where we put the hunting guns at
Black on a
on a Ghost
Suede Campus
Stepping on your throat, lettin' go
Blew a pound and they told you "go to smoke"

It's Lil Tunechi New Orleans, Lord
With the chauffeur and the car the two R's, Lord
Lived door to Jennie that went to Beauregard
She my virginity and I love her for it
turn into frenemies and they've come and gone
Cut the check or we gon' cut fucking bungee cord
Make bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid then they annoying
for the smokers and the real ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the done
Back I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch to swallow all my stress for me
Bad bitch stop and poppin' like Curry
Rich laughin' at his bills like Bill Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the gun
Outchea dodging like a Ram truck
Out looking handsome, fucking dancers
Tryna see my mansions, get
see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Yoing
Don't no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle
And homie talk aloud 'bout what he gon' do
You know your homie ain't your 'til he bleed on you
You know you know you love her 'til she cheat on you
You know you never know your brother 'til he you
You know Lil Tunechi a soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated arguing, we let the argue
P-I-R-U like glue
wavy like the sea
And Lil-T just me to knock the nigga's brain out
I got a chopper I bet I can a plane down
Pussy ass niggas for a way out
I tape some to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 a raindrop
I'm 'bout to buy a ring of the size of a pop
I got some bitches in like Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in a Chinese kitchen take out
Tune

Ya dig, Carrollton nigga
Spitta, fuck me
Tunechi I'm gone