Luyện nghe bài hát MFs Mad Pt. 2

[Hook: Montana of
Bitch, I'm loaded with swag
see polo and I sag
I got dough in the stash
keep that poll on my lap
Your hoe don't how to act
You better I don't smash
Still gettin' mufuckin' cash
That's why these mad
Bitch, I'm still with swag
see polo and I sag
I still got dough in the
keep that poll on my lap
Your hoe know how to act
You better hope I don't
Still gettin' mufuckin' cash
why these mufuckas mad

[Verse 1: of 300]
I be fly till I die
I jumped out a plane, yeah
I go and get the cash, why
You why it hasn't came yet
Though I fly naked in my (no homo)
In Ralph Lauren and
chasin' bills by the hundred
You know some shit change, yeah
Fell in before with em'
Kano, I hit 'em
Won't be no to forgive 'em
They mad and show all the symptoms
Prayin' don't tip 'em or I'll have to fill a
Your bitch get her skirt lifted
You prolly wonder why she
Cause she me like an attendant
While I drip sauce a chef in a kitchen
mad, they soo fuckin' sad
It's soo fuckin' funny, but don't me laugh
It's on my lap, you still'll get blast
I finger the .12, I hit the gas
I'm the stash, I'm still on my way
Clockin' that like I work the cab
But I'm an uber, don't get in the way of a shooter
your first sign will be your last
Pow! pow!

[Hook: Montana of
Bitch, I'm still loaded with
Still see and I sag
I still got dough in the
Still keep that on my lap
hoe don't know how to act
You hope I don't smash
Still gettin' that mufuckin'
That's why mufuckas mad
Bitch, I'm still with swag
see polo and I sag
I got dough in the stash
Still keep poll on my lap
Your hoe don't how to act
You better hope I don't
Still gettin' that mufuckin'
That's why these mad

2: Montana of 300]
Strapped up in the with my goons
Don't get pic on the news
spent your rent on my shoes
Look like I went to the
I got polo on my
Run up, poll'll go off
These bitches I'm a boss
know I'm drippin' with sauce
I get dough on the
Like my pockets, I'm up
wingin' like the predator
Two ahead of ya
My bitch bad as
I've been poppin', no settin' up
Your bitch, she
She went down, I call her
Blue on me like captain
Fuck nigga, don't
That on me no mechanic
Thompson with heat no ceramic
If it no polo, then I'm rockin' my logo
Pockets swoler bolo
I walk my closet
See more kicks than a
Ya hoe all on my
shit, that's a no no
Hit ya in slowmo
Then roll up like a
Shot in a photo
But once I done 'em like flow jo
Bet you they play no more though
Then back to dough, though