Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies don't get
(uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly bitch
Be up in all them spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the
D's love her aura, Balenciago
Lame niggaz her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, it between her coochie (ha ha)
through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley GT (yes)
is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a
five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
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, niggaz me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde it now - whoa
murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them

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

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