Luyện nghe bài hát Lies About You

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

Tell but the truth, get nothin' but love from my crew
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 more 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 'em off, no remorse
I gotta win, I lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to hoes
I got that to the torch, young
ball with no court
I hit that and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip 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, spread them out a wound
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
'Cause you at the top they'll tell lies about you

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

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