Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Sauce

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M.A bring hoes out
Redlyfe bring poles out

Pull up to the club a bottle on me (that Henny)
I'm already
Got five voicemails, I left the brib
And my bitch, she already
Blu just a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I don't think
Groupies want a picture, gotta wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in another
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't going
Ain't got time for this shit (I don't got time for shit)
I ain't got for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like money on trees
So I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip
Where all the give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk,
Where you think you with that big butt?
Brown water sippin' in big cup
My nigga Bottle only big blunts
dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one
Do not to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making I'm just making hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make no
is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can't relate 'cause that's lames do
Big brown bone, she look Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park I'm Babe Ruth
I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger and I'm jiggy though
Niggas know I'm hot but they envy
Oh well, at least my is with me ho
This her favorite song, her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put on
Oww, the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got hot sauce
My don't talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she'll get off
My Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some on
Doin' 95 to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got hot sauce
So NY with these on
And to the girls who don't wear sew-ins
Cause it's all about my bitches with the wigs on,
You don't got no hot
You are not hot, you a
Fuck around boy and get your top off
Hear hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, they pop off
And you this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, I'ma bop, bop on 'em

Yeah we got that hot
But you got no hot sauce
This the type of I can bop on
I a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I get my guap on
And you the whole game, I got a lock on
It's M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
got that hot sauce
Shawty you don't got no hot
Nah, you got no hot sauce
You don't got no hot
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot