Luyện nghe bài hát Housewives (Remix)

I got it
I got it, it's lit, lit

Look at 'em sippin' the
You niggas been us off
You niggas just talking the most

Pockets is full of the from the
quotes I never
Tell em' me and my bro Doe Burger
for the only
Franklin them folks owe me
Bassy you my nigga, I got the loud
and lit
to college a bit, but ain't pay off
all my
Now I'm back in the from rapping
for
A nigga been for purpose
And guess I found?
Pastor Black Lip my diocese
the people sleeping on the legion
I'm a talking major keys
Think DJ playing Mavis Beacon
found the loud and lit it back

Back to back, like I'm mad at Meek
Burning brain cells my nigga that
just made bail last week
Still ducking strays in the like
bitches
With my at the top and we in heat,
all ya'll
I'm in the box
Six feet the gravel, casket
made of 47 gold
Hear the trumpets blow, Jesus
the

Look at 'em the sauce
You niggas been us off
You niggas just talking the like

Soulo up let me get it back
Had to run the borough, bring the

Got the in my head, yeah, yeah
a year since I fit in fitted caps
Go and them niggas that Bas
brought the East back, eat
Niggas play my album and that
Niggas play album, hear them weak

And delete that, that's shit
some wheatgrass
Better boss up, awh
Got your starstruck, all fuss
Got five figures in my
My how the times have
I might tour and go buy the

I see the snakes, I see the
I see 'em straight through

I got crib out in L.A
I get my at the thots, but she can
not
If she had her way she'd be the

Got a big enough to dance in
With favorite singer and the

In the party, in the back
Rep the city like I'm Pat
Fiends high as bald
And my all legal
Word to my nigga
I got the loud and lit

Look at 'em the sauce
You niggas rippin' us off
I do my Saint Laurents
She can't wait to 'em off
my expensive jeans
Turn housewife to a thot-ty
Thought a bitch made a thizz

All these niggas do is copy, wait
We ain't buying of that shit, that

For the birds and the fact is, you a
to a pterodactyl
However unbalanced is, this ain't
status
We cease and y'all, the
teachers dismissing
you give it up
Cole World, in my cup

Look at 'em sippin' the
You niggas rippin' us off
You just talking the most like

Pockets is full of the homie
Tell 'em we came for the dope
For the only
Benjamin Franklins folks owe me
And we ain't none of that shit
And we ain't buyin' of that shit
And we ain't buyin' none of that
(You just talking the most like
Housewives)

Word to my nigga
I got the loud and lit
to college a bit
Pissed off my scholarship
Now I'm in the town
I'm back in the
A nigga been searching for
There's nothin'
Ab-Soul
By: Ab-Soul, Bas
Additional Deputy
Additional by: Ron Gilmore
Date July 14, 2016