Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies get pussy
(uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly bitch
Be up in all them clubs Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan clutch
Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago
Lame bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze 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 a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, 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

like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain't heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, to leak them burners

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

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