Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Sauce

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

Pull up to the club a bottle on me (that Henny)
I'm sipping
Got five voicemails, I just the brib
And my bitch, she tripping
Blu just a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I wanna think
Groupies want a picture, gotta wait
I'm in zone, I'm in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't home
Ain't got time for this shit (I got time for this shit)
I ain't got time for this bitch (I got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like grow on trees
So I look down all I see is green
look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders me big hugs, wait
up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with big butt?
water sippin' in that 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 in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to book me, Big who you talk to
While making disses I'm just making hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't no sense
is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I can't relate '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
I hit my dougie, ooh I'm pretty though
Bring Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy though
Niggas know I'm hot but they envy
Oh well, at least my bitch is me ho
her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk they put this on
Oww, the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got hot sauce
My don't talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, get dropped off
My homie Sav in that 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 hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot
So NY these Timbs on
And shoutout to the who don't wear sew-ins
Cause it's all my bitches with the wigs 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 Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the I can bop on
we bop on, New York City bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, I'ma bop, bop on 'em

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