Luyện nghe bài hát Get Dun

Girl, I pump, FAB
the AVE
Anything they you can tell em' I had
past in the bitch you can tell em' stay mad
I push, no "oops" or "my bad"
Niggas want none
I it set to GET DUN
Crew pull up in a whip, them hoes gonna trip they see how hard I come
Bitches don't want
We get then we GET DUN
We be sittin' high class, steady that gas, all puffs no pass, haters don't get one
Bitches want none
GET DUN
Oh girl, I serve
the nerve
Get down we GET DUN

1]:
Treat it like a date
Throw on the paint, out the mink
The lashes to blink, lip nude pink
Bitch been on the brink, what niggas think?
My crew the walk down the AVEY
Been asking hoes what they to do
And yet to speak, can't say I'm surprised
The that you can't disguise
I call em all out, right in they eyes
The realness fake hoes despise
But yes I still rise, got shit to prove this
High understanding, know what the is
Can't say love it so they allude
Since all are not and inconclusive
My presence them sick to they thumbs
Run to make tweets, run to gums
The queen don't got and ya'll some beat bums
She to make bread you hoes should get some
Out with men, you hoes should get one
A TGIRL that's just as as they come!
Niggas ain't and they run to make crumbs
Wanna talk shit? Heather get em beat
Make you wanna get when you feeling that drum
take it to the floor and GET DUN

2]:
Fuck other hoes feelings, sis!
Stormy weather when it's Heather being the
Yeah, they mad when they be Heather be that bitch
Cause know she got the shit to make em hit that twist
360, trippy, golden coated
Bars got these wack bitches
secret they'll be no disclosing
Still the meanest, be no opponent
out the 732, flow so east coast girl, they bout to beat who?
That's Jersey that you gettin' into, weave on the beach by the sea, that too, that WHEW!
Oh yes, Miss show where she from
hit the blunt till' it's burnin that lung
Yeah, my so tight that they stiff and get swung
Bound to pick a little shit so the bell will get
bad ass bitch, someone bound to get sprung
All this fucking liqour yeah we bout' to get
I think fast, toss the bag , get in stance if them bitches too mad
so sad, wrap the trash, take it to the room and watch ya nigga get glad
Heels clack, down the path, all me no repeat, can you tell em beat that?