Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Sauce

off the top
M.A bring hoes out
bring them poles out

Pull up to the club with a on me (that Henny)
I'm sipping
Got voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she already
Blu rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I don't wanna
Groupies want a picture, groupies wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't home
Ain't got time for shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I ain't got time for bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
ones like money grow on trees
So I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the club
Where all the give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with big butt?
Brown water sippin' in big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big
dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the one with a gun, guy
My hitters shootin' shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one
Do not come to Brooklyn with that
I used to bag the work in them
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I'm making hits
if it don't make dollars it don't make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game
But I just can't 'cause that's what lames do
Big bone, she look like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the like I'm Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty
Bring Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though
Niggas I'm hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my is with me ho
This her song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her when they put this on
Oww, that's the call
OOOUUU, got that hot sauce
My don't talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, get dropped off
My Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I'm in Audi with some slippers and some socks on
95 just 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 on, OOOUUU
You got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a
around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to pop off
And them niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know the beat I can bop on
we bop on, New York City bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, bop, I'ma bop on 'em

Yeah we got hot sauce
But you got no hot sauce
the type of beat I can bop on
I a quick thot that can top off
the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a on
It's Young M.A, Redlyfe, got 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