Luyện nghe bài hát Ms

1]
What's this I see?, niggas tryna act G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy me
It's a new day, no Black Peas
That's that shit, mhm mhm, yeah, that shit
(You got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better flash shit
Niggas drink of the Clicquot
Bitches raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the
She knows, to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever no home
Now I got a penthouse and a home
Back when I was least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin' off at least like three
Me and made the plan
Then I paid myself and I myself advance
Way I became myself
I'd to thank myself because I made 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 all skin tight, that's right
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that
Frontin' like you did it for the
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that
But my is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, of both
and girls, perpetual
Sippin' slow, throwed
Comma, I'm about
and get faded
I'm surprised that we it
Young niggas the sky's the limit
All I ever wanna do is 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 wanna see you it all off
And she wanna make it harder
And we end up taking longer
Can't impress with them diamonds though, diamonds

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

2]
It's like lately all I seem to think is M's, nigga
'bout M's
See the same all up in my bank account
M's, nigga, 'bout 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 though
My my, I get when them hips go by
tits, those thighs (right)
You that shit mhm, mhm, yeah, do that
Do it like you got a to prove to any chick
Any dudes that you bitch
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