Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies get pussy
(uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil'
Be up in all clubs spillin Dom P and shit
the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin she Kimora
take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is
Mahushi Ron bracelets and jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta it
Black car, red bottoms, only in it

It's like damn, bitch, lovin me now
Oh-nine & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these ain't never heard of
money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners

Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the
The blood claat flyest bad in New York
Y'all hoes bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all y'all rat bitches garbage
While me and Ross the hood version of bombings
give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my sock
Now I got the and Ermet's dark
to sly swifter fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with bomb
So raise your glass to this man song

Money a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the
Tall Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty I'm talkin hundred or more
My for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way than my receipt
Dealin the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the
Louis sneakers, luggage, the colognes and soaks
like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, live with it like uh