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 spillin Dom P and
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey
Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and it up in the coochie
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)
is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin a bird and balance it with a beam
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, only in it

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

Aiyyo Ross, them bitches to the boss
The claat flyest bad bitch in New York
hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all y'all rat bitches garbage
While me and Ross like the hood of bombings
give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel
Now I got the llama and dark
Word to sly fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Curt with that bomb
So raise your glass to this 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 Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm hundred or more
My for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer my receipt
with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm dealin opponents, they gettin riddled
Box up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and
like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta live it like uh