Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

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

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women don't know how to
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even work
real 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, can't flirt for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the
Real (what?) like 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, came up the like a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the hole like McFadden or
A matter of fact, that's a effect
If the crime fit, then I'm takin' it back now
Fuckin' on bitch who wear eye contacts
And I a bitch off of iContacts
And I had the racks she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the
Or should I get the that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, it's for her man, ain't gotta be, they comin'
Had a Uzi on me, DJ Drama
Never a bitch, and yeah, I never will
Okay, sometimes, if she got sex
I meant to say I like to have sex and take pills
I to say I like to relax and make a mill'
I meant to say I like to relax and a meal
I mean, they both the same but I ain't talkin' grill
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the
Fucked, then the camera he steal, I passed on the real
What happened six without ass, I got dimes than a pass
And if I knew do what's crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women know how to flirt
And the who's bad, they ain't even gotta work
real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna play
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?) like is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to (That's right)

DJ Premier]
Yo Chainz, Royce!
Remember PRhyme 1? Remember when I
"Word? how you feel up on this track?
Let a bitch come and try to on that!"
Yeah, and on note, move on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!