Luyện nghe bài hát Lie For Me

(Verse 1)
I used to be about the picking the pen I want to right with,
Now I write with anything I'm incited with,
I let the words flow, I love freedom, open a cage and I let the birds go,
Cause I'm a thug I'm a ... ain't no love I ... black gloves know I'm ... nose snub pistol ...
I'm a thug I'm a menace, aint no love when I finish,
Black gloves I'm hittin', nose snub pistol grippin'
Bang
Hey ma what u tonight,
You want to go for a cruise, take the 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 a girl who can keep 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 come off,
Man her felt so soft, I might need help, oh gosh
when I'm done with this bitch she ain't able to walk,
I'll have some fun with this and she ain't able to talk,
all my niggas want to ride with ME
And all my come inside with ME
I got too hoes and too many niggas,
Got a full of dro and a room full of liquor
I'm like hold up, up, hold up
I might throw up, throw up, up
In a parking lot pimpin', in a car of women,
Got my eyes on you though my head spinin',
Spittin' game in your ear down to my ambition.

(Chorus x 2)
Baby come and ride with me,
And the judge 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 room of liquor.

(Verse 2)
Check it ma I'm a pimp, I pay for no shit,
But ill lay a foot of dick to be ya hip,
And if you hold me down I might a couple dollars,
Got a Spanish fetish eating spicy empanadas,
Hot as summer in the winter, got a full of triggers,
And she flowin' a river and I'm rollin' with my niggas,
Cause I'm too ill to have a bitch,
Got to be about that life stacking and shit,
Don't me good bye, baby I need you,
You tell the truth and I'll be see through.
But you got to accept me, know I'm in my ways,
Everybody know me, know a thug change.
You niggas drink, smoke they tote,
And I'll 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, throw up, up.
In a lot pimpin', in a car full of women,
And I'm I'm blown,
Baby up my phone,
And she checking 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 back, you know I'm freaky baby I might just bite back
how quickly anger turns to passion, now we smashin',
Tie her bend her over the bed and get to action...
(Watch how quickly turns to passion, now we smashin')

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

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