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 twisted challenge the scrubs
I had a bitch me on media takeout
And after her 15 minutes of was up
She hit my phone apologizin', askin', "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, me, I'm paid as hell
I got the game locked, arcades in
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, 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 drop 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 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 acknowledging but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt for shit
This is it (what?) They to me comin' out the dick
quick (what?) like this is it, what?
is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to (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 hole like or Madden
A of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it now
Fuckin' on this bitch who eye contacts
And I pulled a bitch off of
And I had the racks since she had a nice
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice
She said, "Should I get a shirt to with the hat?
Or should I get the that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's for her man, ain't 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 meant to say I like to have sex and take some
I meant to say I to relax and make a mill'
I meant to say I like to and make a meal
I mean, they the same thing but I ain't talkin' grill
I ain't dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the
Fucked, the camera he steal, I shoulda passed on the real
What happened six without ass, I got more dimes a pass
And if I knew you'd do what's crazy, I let me smash

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll you, women don't know how to flirt
And the who's 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 tryna play
is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt 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 how to flirt (That's right)

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