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! a statistic and demonstrated against
minds of the twisted bitches challenge the scrubs
I had a expose 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, 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 to walk up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you Is you not? Bitch, I'll call you
I find it hilarious when bad ass try to get your attention
Be lookin' fish outta water, it be for no, no reason
A chick'll drop a and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend to get this shit to show, show cleavage
Haha, why y'all just ask a nigga for his number like we do y'all

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
tell you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they 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 good for
This is it (what?) They to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it,
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 street like a ladder,
A bust through the hole like or Madden
A matter of fact, that's a effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm it back now
Fuckin' on this bitch who wear eye
And I pulled a bitch off of
And I had the racks since she had a rack
Met her at Bergdorf, by the nice racks
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
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 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 thing but I talkin' grill
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't 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 passed on the real
happened six without ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I knew you'd do what's crazy, I wouldn't-a let me

[Chorus: Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, women don't how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't 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 flirt good for
is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it,
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? when 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, move on to the one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!