Luyện nghe bài hát Lie For Me

(Verse 1)
I to be picky about the picking the pen I want to right with,
Now I just 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 ...
Cause I'm a thug I'm a menace, aint no love 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,
back, lean 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 who can keep up when we buss, cause me nuts
And it won't really hurt she had D cups
Or C cups, or B cups,
Or maybe even A's if her ass was as Russel Simmons sneakers,
Man my speakers go off, and her seat belts off,
Man her knees so soft, I might need help, oh gosh
Cause when I'm done with this bitch she ain't to walk,
I'll have some fun this bitch and she ain't able to talk,
Girl all my niggas want to ride ME
And all my bitches inside with ME
I got too many and too many niggas,
Got a room full of dro and a room of liquor
I'm hold up, hold up, hold up
I might up, throw up, throw up
In a lot pimpin', in a car full of women,
Got my on you even though my head spinin',
Spittin' game in your ear to ride my ambition.

(Chorus x 2)
Baby come and ride with 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 full of liquor.

(Verse 2)
it ma I'm a pimp, I don't pay for no shit,
But ill lay a foot of to be breaking ya hip,
And if you hold me I might front a couple dollars,
Got a Spanish fetish eating spicy empanadas,
Hot as summer in the winter, got a hummer of triggers,
And she flowin' a river and I'm rollin' with my niggas,
I'm too ill to have a regular bitch,
Got to be about life stacking cheddar and shit,
Don't wave me good bye, baby I you,
You the truth and I'll always be see through.
But you got to accept me, I'm stuck in my ways,
Everybody know me, a thug don't change.
You niggas drink, smoke they tote,
And poke a nigga throat if I even feel slightly provoked.
But you got to deal with my to reap my rewards,
And my speech marijuan(a), so you seek might be gone.
I'm hold up hold up, hold up
I might up, throw 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 rustling through my clothes, and cussing I'm home,
But I like that when she fight back, you know I'm 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 anger turns to passion, now we smashin')

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

(Adlibs/Outro)
You bring hoes... I'll bring my niggas
Yo K-9
Yo Eddie on the beat, you really 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 up, I might throw up throw up throw up,
Word,