Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

1]
Balenci' (Hmm), size on my toe
They me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), double cup her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to
Elliot lit my up, diamond rings cover my fist up
she suck my dick (What?), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that bitch (No), that ain't on my
Met bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own
Like Gunna, I drip
Make a smart girl me brain
Let the perkys kill my
Break a hundred, tell her keep the
Now the Gucci store know my
Hottest brown boy in the

Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss (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 cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) Might've that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting

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I'm TT (Hmm), up the dope
Bad bitch freaky (Hmm), grab the by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one
time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP 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 me everywhere I go
Codeine (Hmm), cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', bitches can't kiss kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch, but she my ting-ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, hittin' (Yeah, bling-bling)
No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah, ching-ching) fucked that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting