Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies get pussy
(uh-huh)

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

It's like damn, bitch, lovin me now
Oh-nine & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches 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 better bow the fuck down and pay
I'm ten million sold and SoundScan knowledge
And all y'all rat bitches sound
While me and Ross like the hood version of
Bars give me style like you steppin in my
The 38 in my Chanel sock
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 a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael
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 than my receipt
with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and
Smellin like money, my body with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta with it like uh