Luyện nghe bài hát Ms

1]
What's this I see?, tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy me
It's a new day, no Eyed Peas
that shit, mhm mhm, yeah, that's that shit
(You got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better flash that
Niggas quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the
makes sales of the flico
She knows, to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever have no
Now I got a and a beach home
Back I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was off at least like three phones
Me and Yams made the
Then I paid myself and I gave myself
Way before I myself
I'd like to thank because I made myself the man
It's like I ain't myself
I'd hang myself before I play myself
I tell her, "throw on the dress the pinstripes"
the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
Yeah, you shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do shit
But my is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of
Girls and girls,
Sippin' slow, Texas
Comma, I'm about
and get faded
I'm surprised that we it
Young know the sky's the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get
and get faded
Shit, I'm surprised that we it
stress overrated
All I ever do is chill and get shaded

I wanna see you it all off
And she just wanna make it
And we end up taking longer
impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds

Talkin' M's
Talkin' M's, nigga, M's
Make 'em about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, talkin' M's
Nigga, bout M's
Nigga, talkin' M's
Make 'em talk about, bout M's, nigga
bout M's

2]
It's lately all I seem to think about is M's, nigga
Talkin' M's
See the same all up in my bank account
M's, nigga, talkin' M's
And my account say the same amount
M's, nigga, talkin' M's
Finna go in, go ham Em
Flacko do him, tell them worry them
But I even trip though
Bruh bruh, yeah I'm really the shits though
My my, I get when them hips go by
Those tits, thighs (right)
You that mhm, mhm, yeah, do that shit
Do it like you got a point to prove to any
Any that you that bitch
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