Luyện nghe bài hát Ms

1]
What's this I see?, tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy me
a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That's shit, mhm mhm, yeah, that's that shit
(You ain't got no in your Serato?)
better flash that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the
Bitches raw of the kilos
Flacko makes of the flico
She knows, to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach
Back I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin' off at like three phones
Me and Yams the plan
I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became
I'd like to thank myself because I myself the man
It's like lately I ain't
I'd rather hang myself before I myself
I tell her, "throw on the with the pinstripes"
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's
Yeah, you shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
Frontin' you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous you do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is
Sex and hoes, of both
and girls, perpetual
Sippin' slow, Texas
Comma, I'm decimals
Chill and get
I'm surprised we made it
Young niggas the sky's the limit
All I ever do is chill and get shaded
and get faded
Shit, I'm surprised that we it
Nowadays stress
All I ever wanna do is chill and get

I see you take it all off
And she just make it harder
And we end up taking longer
Can't with them diamonds though, them diamonds

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

2]
It's like lately all I seem to think is M's, nigga
'bout M's
See the thing 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 'bout
But I don't even though
Bruh bruh, I'm really with the shits though
My my, I get when them hips go by
tits, those thighs (right)
You that shit mhm, mhm, yeah, do shit
Do it like you got a point to prove to any
Any dudes you that bitch
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