Luyện nghe bài hát Murda Mami

Yeah! Pussies get pussy
(uh-huh)

Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil'
Be up in all them clubs Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the
D's love her aura, fedora
niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the
Quicker than Ron, it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her a O.G.
First in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe 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 Armani
called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only in it

It's like damn, bitch, lovin me now
Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, to leak them burners

Aiyyo Ross, send bitches to the boss
The blood claat bad bitch in New York
Y'all hoes bow the fuck down and pay homage
I'm ten million and that's SoundScan knowledge
And all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood of bombings
Bars me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet's
Word to sly swifter fox who me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with bomb
So ladies raise glass to this man song

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