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 sick (I 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!

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

It's just me (it's me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She hates my guts (she 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 everytime a nigga get home (get home)
A done did sumthin wrong (sumthin wrong)
Caught me sex texting on the smart (smart phone)
I'm like "what the is this bitch on? " (bitch on)
Her don't really like her cause we know we be on that thug love
And they get off in our business cause comments thicker than blood
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 most we cool and I respects they gangsta
I gotta baby by they sister we family I no stranger
Me and my bitch got one of them love/hate we some fools
Break up to make up then fuck arguing infused
She don't wanna see me with her and I don't she her with you
But the with me and her is all we do is accuse
But at the end of the day, I'm her man not her mouse
She got mo money me, but I wear the pants in this house (BIATCH!)

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!)
we make up (we make up mayne)
Fuck on the (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH!

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