Luyện nghe bài hát Know Me

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

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

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I'm TT (Hmm), rolling up the
Bad bitch (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP I need 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 can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

Balenci' (Hmm), size on my toe
They know me I go
(Hmm), double 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 that bitch, but she ain't my ting-ting
Let that sneak 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