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
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the
D's her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, the Bentley Coupe 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 is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, mobster in it

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

Aiyyo Ross, them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New
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 hood version of
Bars give me style like when you in my
The 38 in my Chanel sock
Now I got the and Ermet's dark
Word to sly fox who above me?
Say in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies your glass to this man song

Money ain't a thing, just look at my rings
So many in the bank, shit could never be the same
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 way longer than my receipt
with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the
sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with
Oh-nine Clyde, gotta live with it like uh