Luyện nghe bài hát No Bueno

Step out the
Bi as a
ass bitches be eyeing my shit
You consumers can dine on my clit
I'm winning on bitches who to quit
I'm winning on bitches, I'm these switches
I'm hurting hoes so they twisting they wrists
So they slitting they wrists put hands on a bible
out Angel, I'm so suicidal
I'm out here with hoes
But I got these bitches on
You see, they think I'm not in
Until I put my in they ass
And I'm running through them
I'm gunning, I'm
I'm serving these hoes like a religion
Bitches is over, I'm beginning
You is bitches
I'm and you finished

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

This situation is 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, you know, you know
You always chasing
No Bueno, No Bueno
I'm working you waiting
'Cause you know, you
You always chasing
you owe me
you owe me

I gave a fuck about a nigga
Grew up in my just 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 don't make no sense
I tried to put on the fucking main road
But y'all stay on that old
And say, say god
keep your day job
I hit em with the tec til I break a bitches
And no, I won't, I can't and
keep going
Y'all keep waiting until the rain stop and
Bitch I like I'm trapped in a heat wave
And all yo shit ain't hot

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

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

Bitch, you out here with lames
You is playing
All of you the same
what you saying
The I spit is insane
My has got its own brain
All of you get hit by them niggas
So hit all bitches and call it a-

Plus remember your name
What the fuck is you saying,
All you beat like instrumentals
Beat hoes with no
Run shit like the fastest sprinter
Plus I'm heating bitches up what's for dinner
Then I eat bitches up like soul
Then I spit bitches out like old
I hit the bitches up with the Mac-10
'Cause they know I got Pro-Tools