Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamera

She complaining, she say I'm a player
Cars stupid fast, to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who wanna us
Got a bad bitch,
Whoa
Whoa whoa
Guantanamera
Hey, hey,

we in Venezuela
I don't know her name but I know where she from
so big I can't see my neighbors
I grab em and pass em, you try to em
Guantanamera
Ridin' Audis through the hood, you know I be
Tiptoeing' in my Jordans as I lace em
in all at the mall, it was Vuitton she lace 'em
Now go crazy, now baby you know that your looks are deceiving
I tell all these girl that I'm and don't need em and no one believes me
These niggas be mad, I be catching baby girl looking and peeping
Take her then I beat it till she sleeping, sleeping

She always complaining, she say I'm a
Cars fast, goodbye to my haters
Ballin' at the gym, now who play us
Got a bad bitch,
Guantanamera
Whoa Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Hey, hey,

up in a Benz screaming "fuck a hater!"
And nigga I caught your bitch on an elevator
Nigga I told your bitch I'ma fuck her later
And she only get this dick, not no fuckin' paper
Vamanos, knock em all down like
I tell em adios
If you got a bad bitch and she suck a dick
Better lock her pussy and you call it Guantanamo
Huh, that pussy tryna run, that cardio
This gon' be a lot of fun, moon to the sun
We gon' get it to
Spend a couple car notes on a bottles
Yo the rich don't end
You don't wanna roll all along, tell your come on
And it's on, I'ma hit your
I'm cool it if you cool with it
If you suck, spit and you drool it
And I'ma be up in the all day
bay, Trey