Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

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

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant can't 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, on baseball 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

2]
I'm TT (Hmm), up the dope
Bad bitch (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), a brown boy for a joke
stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, my RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a
380 racks can me, you know all my tickets gon sell

Balenci' (Hmm), size on my toe
know me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch, but she ain't my
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend she with me
Say I look like a snack, on baseball 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