Luyện nghe bài hát No Bueno

Step out the
Bi as a
Dusty ass bitches be my shit
You consumers can dine on my clit
I'm winning on bitches who dying to
I'm winning on bitches, I'm these switches
I'm hurting these hoes so they they wrists
So they slitting they wrists put hands on a bible
out Angel, I'm so suicidal
I'm out here fucking hoes
But I got bitches on smash
You see, they I'm not in control
I put my foot 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 niggas is
I'm and you finished

talking like some hoes too
My bitches out on that old school
new may be just do what 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, catch up, cause you the old me
you owe me, cause you know, you know
You always shadow
Thats No Bueno, No
I'm while you waiting
you know, you know
You always chasing
you owe me
you owe me

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

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

situation is below me
I'm your motivation
Bitch, you owe me
I switched it up you just with the old me
They up, they catch up, cause you the old me
Bitches you owe me, cause you know, you
You always shadow
No Bueno, No Bueno
I'm while you waiting
'Cause you know, you
You always chasing
you owe me
you owe me

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

Plus can't remember your
What the fuck is you saying,
All you beat like instrumentals
hoes with no incidentals
Run this shit like the fastest
Plus I'm heating up like what's for dinner
Then I eat up like soul food
Then I spit out like old food
Then I hit the bitches up the Mac-10
'Cause they I got them Pro-Tools