Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in Twitter DMs?
I have! Been a statistic and against
Wicked minds of the bitches challenge the scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on media
And her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm as hell
I got the game locked, in jail
I wish my uncle have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Is you not? Bitch, call you
I find it hilarious when bad ass bitches try to get your
Be like fish outta water, it be for no, no reason
A drop a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend to get this shit to show, show cleavage
Haha, why can't 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 who's bad, they ain't even gotta work
That's real shit, I see it all the time, anytime I
I'm just acknowledging but I'm not tryna y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt good for
This is it (what?) used to me comin' out the dick
quick (what?) like this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't how to flirt (That's right)

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

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, came up the street a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the hole McFadden or Madden
A matter of fact, a after effect
If the crime fit, then I'm takin' it back now
Fuckin' on this 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 to match with the hat?
Or should I get the shoes that with the slacks?"
Yeah, said for her man, ain't gotta be, they comin'
Had a lil' Uzi on me, DJ
trust a bitch, and yeah, I never 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 and make a mill'
I to say I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing but I ain't 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 hand on the
Fucked, then the camera he steal, I shoulda on the real
What happened six without ass, I got more dimes 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 don't know how to
And the who's bad, they ain't even gotta work
That's real shit, I see it all the time, I shine
I'm just but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't good for shit
is it (what?) They 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!
Remember PRhyme 1? Remember I said:
"Word? how you feel up on this track?
Let a bitch come and try to on that!"
Yeah, and on that note, on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!