Luyện nghe bài hát Lies About You

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

Tell everything but the truth, get nothin' but love from my
I guess they what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer
I drip, I need an
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 lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to these
I got that to the torch, young
Gunna ball no court
I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip your boy, mmh

It ain't a facade, I spent some on my shoes
I goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread 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 praises to the god, don't in voodoo
'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies you

Man bag, in 'em
pants, run in 'em
Gorilla blue,
We fuck with no nigga
How you want that Laurent bag?
You ain't suckin' no
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke
that shit, come on shawty
Fuck that Ghost, the Rari?
None of my want to party
young niggas want to catch a body
We ain't wifing no Chiraq
Threesome, them my type of
bitch tried to sell me pussy
Tell ho like hell no
Main bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he know
If out they won't say shit
he know he gon' get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my niggas be wildin'
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah

It ain't a facade, I spent 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 them hundreds, spread them out like 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 believe in
'Cause you at the top they'll tell lies about you