Luyện nghe bài hát Finessin'

Yeah, Bses Slwl I. on the track, yeah

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 dirty money at the store
Fuckin' with the models, eating sushi
She think I'm a singer, get that groupie
mama mad, she see me movin' 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 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

in this bitch, I put my partners on
Tie you up and make you call baby mama's 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 free at last
Percocets, and syrup, I got PMS
Chillin' your bitch watchin' First 48
And I still got the Act', you know I love the
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, 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 this bitch, I'm styrofoam)
Finessin', finessin', I be
(Poppin' all these pills, I put my on)
Finessin', finessin', I be
All my girl got is some heels and a lil on