Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies don't get
(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
Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, fedora
niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and 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 bitch in the hood, with the Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it a beam
five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta it
car, red bottoms, only mobster in it

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

Aiyyo Ross, send them to the boss
The blood claat bad bitch in New York
hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan
And all y'all rat sound garbage
While me and Ross like the version 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 fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to man song

ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael
And I watch a pretty I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the
And my money in the street way than my receipt
Dealin the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and
like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, live with it like uh