Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies get pussy
(uh-huh)

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

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

Aiyyo Ross, them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad in New York
Y'all 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 the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you in my
The 38 special in my Chanel
Now I got the llama and 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, just look at my rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit never be the same
Tall 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 in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm dealin with opponents, they riddled
Box niggaz up, on the
sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta with it like uh