Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have! Been a and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted challenge the scrubs
I had a bitch 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 paid as
I got the game locked, in jail
I wish my uncle wouldn't have died, he woulda loved to see
Find you a nigga who do with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the echelon
Is you comin'? Is you Bitch, I'll call you
I find it when bad ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish outta water, it be for no, no
A chick'll a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend down to get shit to show, show cleavage
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 know how to flirt
And the ones bad, they ain't even gotta work
real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't good for shit
This is it (what?) used to me comin' out the dick
Real (what?) like this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to (That's right)

2 Chainz]
You how I come in
to 'em Chainz!

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

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women know how to flirt
And the ones 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 for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the
Real quick (what?) this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't how to flirt (That's right)

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