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

1:]
UHHH!
My main batch in the front yard finna fight my other
Try'na grab each other by each other hair and pull out a
Both of them got Vaseline on face so they both don't get scratched
My neighbors ain't trippin (why?) they use to that
The police don't response cause they know they be right back
Togetha, foreva, like Yup like that
Never Chris Makin under? even though bust sprits
My bitch got my back I'm wrong or I'm right
I'm a gangsta and not no little psychosanian bad
A lightway part time convenience she 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 rushing some on mysterious
Talking and hooping and bout she pregnant and shit
I reached as far as I can go I can get
Then I slapped the out that hoe with the back of my fist

It's just me (it's 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 make up (we 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 on the smart phone (smart phone)
I'm like "what the fuck is this on? " (bitch on)
Her parents don't 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 me up and mean mug
But they know that I pack iron and I'm glued with the gloves
For the most part we cool and I respects gangsta
I gotta baby by they sister we family I ain't no
Me and my bitch got one of them relationships we some fools
Break up to make up then fuck cussing arguing
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 day, I'm her man not her mouse
She got mo money me, but I wear the pants in this house (BIATCH!)

It's just me (it's me mayne)
And my (and my biatch)
She hates my (she hate my guts)
And makes me (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!

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 panties my nigga she my dirty draws
I her panties my nigga she love my dirty draws (UHH!)
Can't live with em, can't live 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 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!