Luyện nghe bài hát Gin and Drugs

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[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa &
Up in this bitch and we all
'bout a bitch, no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss, do my own
It's money over hoes, no I'm no
Want more bounce, we got ounces
more bounce, we got more ounces
Want more bounce, we got more
Want bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and
Gin and drugs, we got gin and
Gin and drugs, gin and
Gin and drugs, we got gin and
We got

1: Wiz Khalifa]
Only on Gin and them drugs, I in, in the club
About three of them, I'm not kiddin'
When I tell you if you with your bitch
Then it's the end of my car, push-start the
Let's from the beginning
With a young nigga the 'Burgh
Smokin' weed, gettin' money, fuck you heard
Know they 'cause I'm flyer than I ever been
High off a
Bitch bad, her ass fat, probably let her in
Ball so fuckin' hard I need a
a couple niggas that I'm better than
Pussy, I don't sweat it or the money I get it
Taylor Gang on top, just remember I said it
Fuck this nigga bitch, my shit, then I jetted

Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in bitch and we all faded
'bout a bitch, no we don't save her
Nothin' to a boss, do my own
It's over hoes, no I'm no stranger
more bounce, we got more ounces
Want more bounce, we got more
Want more bounce, we got more
more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and
Gin and drugs, we got gin and
Gin and drugs, gin and
Gin and drugs, we got gin and
We got!

[Verse 2:
Baby it's fuck day, who wanna
though I had some, right 'fore I came
lit though!
Girl you ain't fuckin' you here for?
Got at least 3 rolled, all ready
Wiz brought jar with him
Gin and drugs got me like a car hit him
'Round 6 a.m I hit my DM
Didn't have a rubber so she got to feel skin
Money stacks high, bruh this don't bend
What's up your friend? Biatch!
Ho,
Feeling like Mitch when the hit him
to the money, let the rice hit him

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa &
Up in this and we all faded
Fuck 'bout a bitch, no we save her
Nothin' to a boss, do my own
It's over hoes, no I'm no stranger
Want more bounce, we got ounces
Want more bounce, we got ounces
Want more bounce, we got ounces
more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and
Gin and drugs, we got gin and
Gin and drugs, gin and
Gin and drugs, we got gin and
We got!