Luyện nghe bài hát Lies About You

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It ain't a facade, I some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all for my jewels
I in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I
The praises to the god, don't believe in
'Cause when you at the top tell lies about you

Tell everything but the truth, get but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no
You caught me in a mood, can't put a spike in my groove
Got these designer shoes
I drip, I need an
I built that way for that Porsche, I
I'm on a horse
YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes, we kill 'em off, no
I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm feed all my boys
Huh, I my dues to these hoes
I got that to the torch, young
Gunna with no court
I hit that trap and sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, get that drip from your boy, mmh

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my
I been goin' hard, I all cash for my jewels
I in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a
Can't get you off my mind, I die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I
The to the god, don't believe in voodoo
when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Man bag, in 'em
pants, run in 'em
Gorilla blue,
We don't with no nigga
How you that Saint Laurent bag?
You ain't suckin' no
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that shit
Fuck that shit, come on
Fuck that Ghost, where the
of my niggas want to party
Them young niggas want to a body
We ain't no Chiraq thots
Threesome, them my type of
Vegas bitch to sell me pussy
Tell ho like hell no
Main bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he don't
If they out they won't say
'Cause he know he gon' get
And we the violence, my young niggas be wildin'
baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

It a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, a bag for my boo
I get them hundreds, spread them out like a wound
get you off my mind, I might die about you
My cost a dime, can't control how I move
The to the god, don't believe in voodoo
'Cause you at the top they'll tell lies about you