Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Sauce

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

Pull up to the club a bottle on me (that Henny)
I'm already
Got voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she tripping
Blu rolled 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 another zone, I'm in another
My girl on my nerves, I ain't going home
Ain't got for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I ain't got time for this bitch (I don't got time for bitch)
Throwing ones money grow 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, around, tssk, girl
Where you you going with that big butt?
water sippin' in that big cup
My Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a guy
Not the one with a gun, guy
My hitters like 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 book me, Big who you talk to
While they disses I'm just making hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the dude
But I just relate 'cause that's what lames do
Big brown bone, she like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I'm Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm though
Bring that Hilfiger and I'm jiggy though
know I'm hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my bitch is me ho
This her favorite song, this her song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put on
Oww, that's the thot
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot
My guys talk, they just pop off
If a thot front, she'll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some on
Doin' 95 just to a cop off
Then I pull up to hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got hot sauce
So NY these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don't sew-ins
Cause it's all about my with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don't got no hot
You are not hot, you a
Fuck boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, they pop off
And you this the beat 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 got no hot sauce
This the of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot can top off
This the year I really 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 got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot