Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! don't 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 Kelsey
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her to the pumps
D's her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, like she Kimora
She'll a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, stash it her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a with it
Black car, red bottoms, mobster in it

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

Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the
The blood claat 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 rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of
Bars give me style like when you in my
The 38 special in my Chanel
Now I got the and Ermet's dark
Word to sly swifter fox who me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt that bomb
So ladies raise glass to this man song

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