Luyện nghe bài hát Me And My Bitch

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 can't 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!

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

It's me (it's just me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She my guts (she hate my guts)
And makes me sick (I 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 a nigga get home (get home)
A nigga done did sumthin (sumthin wrong)
Caught me sex texting on the smart (smart phone)
I'm like "what the fuck is this 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 blood
But her brothers be try'na to test me size me up and mug
But they know that I pack that iron and I'm with the gloves
For the most part we cool and I respects they
I gotta baby by they sister we I ain't no stranger
Me and my got one of them love/hate relationships we some fools
Break up to make up fuck cussing arguing infused
She don't wanna see me with her and I don't she her with you
But the problem with me and her is all we do is
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 just me (it's me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she 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!

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

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!