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 clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan clutch
Yves Saint 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 stuff it up in the
Quicker than Ron, stash it between her (ha ha)
through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, McQueen
Bustin down a bird and it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani
They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta 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
money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners

Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the
The blood claat flyest bad 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 bitches sound
While me and Ross like the version of bombings
Bars give me style when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel
Now I got the llama and Ermet's
Word to sly fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus with that bomb
So ladies your glass to this man song

Money a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, could never be the same
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I a pretty penny I'm talkin 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 with opponents, they riddled
Box up, on the ropes
sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, live with it like uh