Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

1]
Balenci' (Hmm), shoe on my toe
They me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup make her
Got rackies, getting bags to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my up
After she my dick (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that bitch (No), 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 smart girl give me
Let the perkys kill my
a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my
Hottest brown boy in the

Got two chains, my glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', bitches 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 bitch her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin' (Yeah, bling-bling)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) Might've fucked that bitch, but she my ting-ting

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

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