Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

1]
Balenci' (Hmm), size on my toe
They me everywhere I go
(Hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags to coast
lit my wrist up, diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (What?), she get kicked out, get 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, going in my own lane
Gunna, I drip insane
Make a girl give me brain
Let the kill my pain
Break a hundred, her keep the change
Now the Gucci know my name
Hottest boy in the game

Got two chains, my glistenin', VV's hit like Bisping
I just wanna fuck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kings (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah)
Might've fucked that bitch, but she my ting-ting
Let that bitch her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they (Yeah, bling-bling)
No register, pockets 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 bitch freaky (Hmm), the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I a boat
Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), taking a brown boy for a
Gucci all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
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 racks can book me, you know all my gon sell

Balenci' (Hmm), shoe on my toe
They know me I go
(Hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VV's hit like
I just 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 bitch sneak 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 bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting