Luyện nghe bài hát Lies About You

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

Tell but the truth, get nothin' but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, put a spike in my groove
Got more these shoes
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 kill 'em off, no
I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my to these hoes
I got flame to the torch, young
Gunna ball with no
I hit trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my
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
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 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 with no nigga
How you that Saint Laurent bag?
You ain't no dick
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that shit
Fuck shit, come on shawty
Fuck that Ghost, where the
of my niggas want to party
Them young want to catch a body
We ain't wifing no Chiraq
Threesome, my type of thots
bitch tried to sell me pussy
Tell that ho hell no
Main homie's bitch to fuck me
And she told me he know
If out they won't say shit
'Cause he he gon' get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my young niggas be
Your mama be trifling, yeah yeah

It ain't a facade, I some 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 hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die you
My cost a dime, can't control how I move
The praises to the god, don't in voodoo
when you at the top they'll tell lies about you