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 demonstrated
Wicked minds of the twisted challenge the scrubs
I had a bitch me on media takeout
And her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my back apologizin', askin', "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me, I'm paid as
I got the game locked, arcades in
I wish my uncle wouldn't have died, he woulda loved to see
Find you a nigga who do molly with a buzz and it
I'm to walk up in this restaurant, like 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 fish outta water, it be for no, no
A chick'll drop a and go, "Oh, oh, Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this shit to show, show
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a nigga for his 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 ain't even gotta
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 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)

[Interlude: 2
You know how I in
to 'em Chainz!

[Verse 2: 2
Okay, up the street like a ladder, Aladdin
A bust through the hole like or Madden
A matter of fact, that's a after
If the crime don't fit, I'm takin' it back now
Fuckin' on this bitch who eye contacts
And I pulled a off of iContacts
And I had the since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match 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 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 meant to say I like to relax and make a
I meant to say I like to and make a meal
I mean, they both the same but I ain't 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, the camera he steal, I shoulda passed 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

Royce Da 5'9"]
I'll tell you, 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
This is it (what?) Bad bitches, can't flirt for shit
is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) 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 1? Remember when I said:
"Word? That's how you feel up on track?
Let a come and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on note, move on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!