Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

1]
Balenci' (Hmm), shoe on my toe
They know me I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her
Got rackies, getting bags to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up, rings cover my fist up
After she my dick (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I cuffing that bitch (No), that ain't on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, fast in my own lane
Gunna, I drip insane
Make a girl give me brain
Let the kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her the change
Now the Gucci store know my
Hottest brown boy in the

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on bat, they hittin' (Yeah, bling-bling)
No cash register, on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting

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I'm TT (Hmm), up the dope
Bad freaky (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), taking a brown boy for a
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one
First time I tried to cook it, lost my inside the pot
See 12 and I book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

Balenci' (Hmm), shoe on my toe
They know me I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her
Got rackies, getting bags to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on bat, they hittin' (Yeah, bling-bling)
No register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting