Luyện nghe bài hát Hi Bich (Remix)

Oh my God,
Bhad Bhabie]
White J's, white
White wrist, white
Hi, bitch, hi,
Hi, bitch, hi,
I do not it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I it (no)
I do not run, I it
I do not it, I throw it
White J's, white
White wrist, horse
Hi, bitch, hi,
Hi, bitch, hi,

1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil' nigga, got in my pocket
You lil' broke
All that flexin', just it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I'ma it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep
fuck a nigga's bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I her back Monday
Lil' nigga want smoke, it's gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the
We packin', you lackin', you talkin', so
Yeah we finna get on
pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got back
I'm you up, bro takin' you down
you flexin' like you got that
We run the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like Baghdad

2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain't got FaceTime, Skype it
Get her head one time, her, "Bye, bitch"
Drop an all white on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I it
bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she buy me?
straight out the sky like I'm E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky 3D
Young CEO, I could ya
Quarter on my neck, I'ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain't no purpose
bad, still buyin' no purses
[Chorus: Bhabie]
J's, white Porsche
White wrist, horse
Hi, bitch, hi,
Hi, bitch, hi,

[Verse 3: Doll]
deceased
Smokin' on dick, she not than me
Pop out, lil' birdie, you with a beak
your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain't gang
Asian on the beat, then the gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, try it
Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy
Sick of bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you
her ass on a hike
I don't wanna kick it with her, bitch for the
pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I'm flyer than these hoes a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, wanna try me
Yeah, that's on my mama's
Commas run on 10, I run it up
Never wanna up, I don't do McDonald's
Fuck crazy you know I'm breakin' necks I'm pullin' up (skrrt)
All my numbers outrageous
Now the blogs handin' out
Got the world usin' my
Hoes keep my in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when say it (don't say my name, bitch)
out, I ain't got Xans in me, no
Young but I'm ballin' a damn CEO
truck, said don't give a fuck
Came the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know up
Bitches that hold no
Come at me, fall in my
Hoes be for attention
Knock a hoe out dimension
Then my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin' with no
I be venom in my verses
Bitch, you
You ain't fuckin' with my worst
Doubted me, now all comin' together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
a show, I'm doin' 30 of 'em
5 by the summer, keep the numbers runnin'
showin' everything, I be understuntin' (damn)
Understandin' your regard, really had (shit)
Shit, but now I'm breakin' records and I'm makin' (wow)
How can stop me? I swear it's a mystery
Parents so of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids to me!)
Ho, I do on a slow day
And I gotta go to school like a snow day
But my... in the stu so okay
Bank look like a lick
ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like slick
Bitch don't compare me to
That old ho is and I'm lit
Wouldn't pay her to up my whip
(Bye, bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad
White J's, Porsche
wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi,
Hi, bitch, hi,
I do not it or roll it (no)
It do not when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I it
I do not save it, I it
J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white
Hi, bitch, hi,
Hi, bitch, hi,