Luyện nghe bài hát Lie For Me

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

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

(Verse 2)
it ma I'm a pimp, I don't pay for no shit,
But ill lay a of dick to be breaking ya hip,
And if you me down I might front a couple dollars,
Got a chick 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,
I'm too ill to have a regular bitch,
Got to be about that life cheddar and shit,
Don't wave me good bye, baby I you,
You tell the truth and I'll be see through.
But you got to accept me, know I'm in my ways,
Everybody me, know a thug don't change.
You know niggas drink, smoke tote,
And I'll a nigga throat if I even feel slightly provoked.
But you got to deal with my flaws to my rewards,
And my speech marijuan(a), so what you seek be gone.
I'm like hold up up, hold up
I might throw up, up, throw up.
In a parking lot pimpin', in a car of women,
And I'm I'm blown,
blowing up my phone,
And she checking to see if I was tagged,
In a with some hoes, disgusting as amber rose.
She be rustling through my clothes, and when I'm home,
But I like that when she fight back, you know I'm freaky baby I might just bite
Watch how anger 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 the judge put you on the stand lie for me,
You bring your hoes and I'll my niggas,
Got a room full of dro and a full of liquor.

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