Luyện nghe bài hát Ms

1]
What's this I see?, niggas tryna act G's
Got A$AP, got with me
It's a new day, no Eyed Peas
That's that shit, mhm mhm, yeah, that's that
(You ain't got no Flacko in Serato?)
Mothafucka better flash that
drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the
Flacko makes sales of the
She knows, to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever have no
Now I got a penthouse and a beach
when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin' off at least like phones
Me and made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave advance
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"
Know the one fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
Yeah, you shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
Frontin' like you did it for the
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, throwed
Comma, I'm decimals
and get faded
I'm surprised we made it
Young niggas know the sky's the
All I ever wanna do is and get shaded
Chill and get
Shit, I'm surprised we made it
Nowadays overrated
All I ever do is chill and get shaded

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

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

2]
It's like lately all I seem to think about is M's,
Talkin' M's
See the thing all up in my bank account
M's, nigga, talkin' M's
And my YouTube say the same amount
M's, nigga, 'bout M's
Finna go in, go ham Em
Flacko do him, tell them worry them
But I don't trip though
Bruh bruh, yeah I'm really with the shits
My my, I get hypnotized when them go by
Those tits, those (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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