Luyện nghe bài hát Finessin'

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

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

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

Ballin' in this bitch, I put my on
Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's
that bitch to bring that bag, oh lord we need that bag
Xannies in a bag, call that a sleeping bag
On MLK in a Bugatti, I free at last
Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS
Chillin' with bitch watchin' First 48
And I got the Act', you know I love the taste
And I let her hit the J, and I let her me bae
And I let her you back, just to get that out the way
Then she hang up in your face, then I get it on her
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 bitch, I'm talkin' styrofoam)
Finessin', finessin', I be
(Poppin' all these pills, I put my on)
Finessin', finessin', I be
All my girl got is heels and a lil towel on