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
Yves Saint fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago
niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the
Quicker than Ron, stash it her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley 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 called skinny, my bitch is a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, mobster in it

It's damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak 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 bitches sound
me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel
Now I got the llama and dark
to sly swifter fox who above me?
Say in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to man song

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