Luyện nghe bài hát Finessin'

Yeah, it's Bses Slwl I. on the track,

Yeah, trappin' getting old so I been movin'
in the trunk, I'm on the interstate
Made myself a plug, get it 100
And I still got the Act' you know I the taste
Spending money at the Gucci store
Fuckin' with the models, eating rolls
She I'm a singer, get that groupie love
Baby mama mad, she see me up
On to bigger better things, with those television
I never get to see, cause I'm so heavy in the streets
I just blew a hundred thou', so I'm outta town
And I'ma try to make it all right

Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be

in this bitch, I put my partners on
Tie you up and make you call your baby phone
Tell that to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag
Xannies in a plastic bag, that a sleeping bag
On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at
Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS
Chillin' with your bitch watchin' 48
And I still got the Act', you know I the taste
And I let her hit the J, and I let her me bae
And I let her call you back, to get that out the way
Then she hang up in your face, I get it on her face
And I teach her how to skate, I skate, I'm straight...

Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be
Finessin', finessin', I be
(Ballin' in this bitch, I put my on)
Finessin', finessin', I be
(Muddy in this bitch, I'm styrofoam)
Finessin', finessin', I be
(Poppin' all pills, I put my doctor on)
Finessin', finessin', I be
All my girl got is some and a lil towel on