Luyện nghe bài hát Lie For Me

(Verse 1)
I used to be picky about the the pen I want to right with,
Now I write with anything I'm incited with,
I just let the words flow, I love freedom, a cage and I let the birds go,
Cause I'm a thug I'm a ... ain't no love when I ... black know I'm ... nose snub pistol ...
Cause I'm a thug I'm a menace, aint no when I finish,
Black gloves know I'm hittin', snub pistol grippin'
Bang
Hey ma what u tonight,
You want to go for a cruise, the keys you can drive,
Lean back, back, stick the heat out the ride,
You can put the strap if you feelin' my vibe,
Cause I'm a G I need a girl who can up when we buss, cause me nuts
And it won't really hurt she had some D
Or C cups, or B cups,
Or maybe even A's if her ass was phat as Simmons sneakers,
Man my speakers go off, and her seat belts off,
Man her knees felt so soft, I might need help, oh
Cause when I'm done this bitch she ain't able to walk,
I'll have fun with this bitch and she ain't able to talk,
Girl all my niggas want to with ME
And all my come inside with ME
I got too many hoes and too niggas,
Got a room full of dro and a full of liquor
I'm hold up, hold up, hold up
I throw up, throw up, throw up
In a parking lot pimpin', in a car of women,
Got my eyes on you though my head spinin',
game in your ear down to ride my ambition.

(Chorus x 2)
Baby girl come and ride me,
And when the put you on the stand lie for me,
You your hoes and I'll bring my niggas,
Got a room full of dro and a full of liquor.

(Verse 2)
Check it ma I'm a pimp, I pay for no shit,
But ill lay a foot of to be breaking ya hip,
And if you hold me down I might a couple dollars,
Got a Spanish chick eating spicy empanadas,
Hot as summer in the winter, got a hummer of triggers,
And she like a river and I'm rollin' with my niggas,
Cause I'm too ill to a regular bitch,
Got to be about life stacking cheddar and shit,
Don't wave me good bye, I need you,
You tell the truth and always be see through.
But you got to me, know I'm stuck in my ways,
Everybody me, know a thug don't change.
You know drink, smoke they tote,
And poke a nigga throat if I even feel slightly provoked.
But you got to deal my flaws to reap my rewards,
And my speech marijuan(a), so what you might be gone.
I'm like hold up up, hold up
I might throw up, up, throw up.
In a lot pimpin', in a car full of women,
And I'm I'm blown,
Baby up my phone,
And she Instagram to see if I was tagged,
In a photo with some hoes, disgusting as rose.
She be through my clothes, and cussing when I'm home,
But I like that when she fight back, you know I'm baby I might just bite back
Watch how quickly turns to passion, now we smashin',
Tie her bend her over the bed and get to action...
(Watch how quickly anger to passion, now we smashin')

(Chorus x 2)
Baby come and ride with me,
And when the put you on the stand lie for me,
You your hoes and I'll bring my niggas,
Got a room full of dro and a full of liquor.

(Adlibs/Outro)
You bring your hoes... I'll bring my
Yo K-9
Yo Eddie on the beat, you really came through with one my nigga.
I'll bring my niggas, room full of dro room of liquor
Bring your hoes, I'll bring my niggas, got a room full of dro and a full of liquor
Hold up up hold up, I might throw up throw up throw up,
Word,