Luyện nghe bài hát Me And My Bitch

It's me (it's just me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me (I can't stand her)
I her out (HOE!)
She me out (sorry ass nigga!)
we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!

1:]
UHHH!
My main in the front yard finna fight my other batch
Try'na grab each other by other hair and pull out a patch
Both of them got Vaseline on they face so both don't get scratched
My neighbors ain't trippin (why?) cause they use to
The police don't response cause they know they won't be back
Togetha, foreva, like that? Yup like
Never Chris Makin under? even pressure bust sprits
My bitch got my back I'm wrong or I'm right
I'm a gangsta and not no management psychosanian bad
A lightway time convenience she like when I make her laugh
The other day we was jsut it at powwowing and shit
Have a breakfast at the house, cheese eggs and grits
Then all of a sudden come some on mysterious bitch
Talking and hooping and bout she pregnant and shit
I back as far as I can go I can get
Then I slapped the shit out that hoe the back of my fist

It's just me (it's me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She hates my (she hate my guts)
And me sick (I can't stand her)
I her out (HOE!)
She me out (sorry ass nigga!)
we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!

2:]
Seems like everytime a get home (get home)
A nigga done did wrong (sumthin wrong)
Caught me sex on the smart phone (smart phone)
I'm like "what the fuck is bitch on? " (bitch on)
Her parents don't really like her cause we know we be on that thug
And they don't get off in our business cause comments thicker than
But her brothers be try'na to test me size me up and mug
But know that I pack that iron and I'm glued with the gloves
For the part we cool and I respects they gangsta
I gotta baby by they sister we I ain't no stranger
Me and my bitch got one of love/hate relationships we some fools
Break up to make up then fuck cussing infused
She wanna see me with her and I don't wanna she her with you
But the problem me and her is all we do is accuse
But at the end of the fuckin day, I'm her man not her
She got mo money than me, but I wear the pants in this (BIATCH!)

It's me (it's just me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She hates my (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I stand her)
I her out (HOE!)
She me out (sorry ass nigga!)
Then we up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!

Can't live with em, live without em
We put our in, but we still doubt em
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my
Me and my, me and my, me and, me and my
I love her panties my nigga she love my draws
I love her panties my nigga she love my dirty (UHH!)
Can't live with em, can't without em
We put our in but we still doubt em

It's me (it's just me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She hates my (she hate my guts)
And me sick (I can't stand her)
I her out (HOE!)
She me out (sorry ass nigga!)
Then we up (we make up mayne)
on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!