Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies get pussy
(uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly bitch
Be up in all clubs spillin Dom P and shit
the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's her aura, Balenciago fedora
niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, stash it between her (ha ha)
Breeze the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander
down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is
Mahushi Ron bracelets and jeans
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a with it
Black car, red bottoms, only in it

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

Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the
The claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million sold and that's knowledge
And all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the version of bombings
Bars give me style when you steppin in my
The 38 in my Chanel sock
Now I got the and Ermet's dark
to sly swifter fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Curt with that bomb
So ladies your glass to this man song

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