Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

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

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil'
Be up in all clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the
D's love her aura, Balenciago
Lame niggaz bore her, like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her 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, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and jeans
They're called skinny, my is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, mobster in it

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

Aiyyo Ross, send them to the boss
The blood flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten sold 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 in my Chanel sock
Now I got the and Ermet's dark
Word to sly swifter fox who me?
Say hello in pumps, Curt with that bomb
So ladies your glass to this man song

Money ain't a thing, look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could be the same
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or
My critique for 'leet, not for the
And my money in the street way longer my receipt
with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the
sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, live with it like uh