Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever have a bad bitch try to it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have! Been a statistic and demonstrated
Wicked of the twisted bitches challenge the scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on takeout
And her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my back apologizin', askin', "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm paid as
I got the locked, arcades in jail
I wish my uncle have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly with a buzz and it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Is you not? Bitch, call you
I find it hilarious when bad ass bitches try to get attention
Be like fish outta water, it be for no, no reason
A chick'll drop a and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this to show, show cleavage
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a for his number like we do y'all

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they even gotta work
That's real shit, I see it all the time, I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt good for
This is it (what?) They to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women know how to flirt (That's right)

[Interlude: 2
You how I come in
to 'em Chainz!

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, up the street like a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the like McFadden or Madden
A of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it now
Fuckin' on bitch who wear eye contacts
And I a bitch off of iContacts
And I had the racks since she had a rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match the hat?
Or I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's for her man, ain't gotta be, they
Had a lil' Uzi on me, DJ
Never trust a bitch, and yeah, I will
Okay, sometimes, if she got sex
I to say I like to have sex and take some pills
I meant to say I like to relax and a mill'
I meant to say I to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing but I ain't talkin'
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his on the steel
Fucked, then the he steal, I shoulda passed on the real
What happened six without ass, I got more than a pass
And if I knew you'd do crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta
That's shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) used to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) like is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't how to flirt (That's right)

[Outro: DJ
Yo Chainz, Royce!
PRhyme 1? Remember when I said:
"Word? That's how you feel up on track?
Let a come and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note, on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!