Luyện nghe bài hát Flirt

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Yeah, you have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have! Been a and demonstrated against
Wicked of the twisted 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, me, I'm paid as hell
I got the locked, arcades in jail
I wish my wouldn't 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 this restaurant, the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Is you Bitch, I'll call you
I find it hilarious bad ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like outta water, it be for no, no reason
A drop a pencil and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to down 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 ones who's bad, they 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
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the
quick (what?) like this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't 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 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 racks she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match 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 Uzi on me, DJ Drama
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 relax and make a
I to say I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing but I talkin' grill
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, this the
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 ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I you'd do what's crazy, I wouldn't-a let me smash

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women don't how to flirt
And the ones bad, they ain't even gotta work
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?) They used to me comin' out the
quick (what?) like this 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 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!