Luyện nghe bài hát Lies About You

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 blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't how I move
The to the god, don't believe in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll lies about you

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

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

Man bag, in 'em
pants, run in 'em
Gorilla blue,
We don't fuck with no
How you want that Laurent bag?
You ain't suckin' no
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke
Fuck that shit, on shawty
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 of thots
Vegas bitch tried to sell me
Tell ho like hell no
Main bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he know
If they out they say shit
'Cause he he gon' get peter-rolled
And we the violence, my young niggas be wildin'
Your baby be trifling, yeah yeah

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