Luyện nghe bài hát No Bueno

Step out the
Bi as a
ass bitches be eyeing my shit
You fucking can dine on my clit
I'm winning on who dying to quit
I'm winning on bitches, I'm making these
I'm hurting these hoes so twisting they wrists
So they they wrists put they hands on a bible
Yelling out Angel, I'm so
I'm out here fucking hoes
But I got these on smash
You see, think I'm not in control
I put my foot in they ass
And I'm running right them
I'm gunning, I'm
I'm serving these hoes like a religion
Bitches is over, I'm beginning
You niggas is
I'm done and you

Niggas talking some hoes too
My out here on that old school
That new may be just do they told to

This situation is me
I'm your fucking
Bitch, you owe me
I it up you just competing with the old me
They catch up, they up, cause you the old me
you owe me, cause you know, you know
You always shadow
Thats No Bueno, No
I'm working while you
'Cause you know, you
You always chasing
you owe me
you owe me

I never gave a fuck about a
Grew up in my city surrounded by my bitches
All me, myself, and me no lie
Money over every fucking for life
Y'all bitches make no sense
No, y'all niggas don't no sense
I to put hoes on the fucking main road
But y'all stay on old shit
And say, say god
keep your day job
I hit em with the tec til I break a necks
And no, I won't, I can't and
keep going
Y'all keep waiting until the rain stop and
Bitch I spit I'm trapped in a heat wave
And all yo shit just hot

Niggas talking like hoes too
My bitches out on that old school
That new may be just do what they to

This is below me
I'm your fucking
Bitch, you owe me
I switched it up you competing with the old me
They catch up, they catch up, you the old me
Bitches you owe me, cause you know, you
You shadow chasing
That's No Bueno, No
I'm working while you
you know, you know
You shadow chasing
you owe me
you owe me

Bitch, you out here running lames
You is playing
All of you the same
Fuck you saying
The shit I spit is
My flow has got its own
All of you bitches get hit by niggas
So hit all your and call it a-

Plus can't remember name
the fuck is you saying, bitch
All you bitches like instrumentals
Beat hoes no incidentals
Run this shit like the sprinter
Plus I'm heating bitches up like for dinner
I eat bitches up like soul food
Then I spit out like old food
Then I hit the bitches up with the
'Cause know I got them Pro-Tools