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 spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Kelsey clutch
Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame 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 through the hood, niggaz her like a O.G.
First in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, McQueen
down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron and Armani jeans
called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, mobster in it

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

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 SoundScan
And all y'all rat sound garbage
While me and like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel
Now I got the and Ermet's dark
to sly swifter 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, look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the
Tall Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the
And my money in the street way longer my receipt
Dealin the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I'm dealin with opponents, they riddled
Box up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta with it like uh