Luyện nghe bài hát Ok, bye

California, you're now with the motherfucking best
I
You don't how I live, ok, bye
You don't getting money, ok, bye
You don't bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that-a way, go way

1]
The world hatin on your boy yesterday
But like I said that was cuz hey
Eminem signed me to put me on Interscope
he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope
Gave me the put the check in the mail
Now chicks me like an envelope yea I'm in her throat
about to score I see the red zone
All I need is by Dre but not the headphones
Think I don't live homie you dead wrong
Submarine I'm just saying my bread long
Walk in the club a gang of East siders
Some rappers cool I to be live-er
You claim to be lighters you say you spit
You a liar damn dawg change speech writer
I'm on the hater keep it pushin
Just another Massengill pussy who need a
I'm looking for a ass I need a cushion
I love it when they tell me daddy I a whoopin

You don't how I live, ok, bye
You like getting money, ok, bye
You don't bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go way, go that-a way
You like how I do it, ok, bye
You don't that I'm hood, ok, bye
You don't that I'm me, ok, bye
Now go way, go that-a way

2]
I'll be keeping it real because I am
Yeah some of y'all eating good, but it's your meal
You the king of the but it's an ant hill
I kick it over you over tell me how feels
It's not an arrogant thing I got a of lyrics
And I'll be pimping this pen like Garrett and Dream
If these songs was I'd have a harem like an Arabic king
So my team yep
So many wolves you ain't got for me
all that champagne popping be looking corny
We got the bitches on Hennessey getting
And they ain't thinking of leaving 6 in the morning
Yea love fuckin with us
Let them do they do you be cuffing em tough
See you Greyhound when it comes to the sluts
Cause gon throw you under the bus boy

3]
As as I hustle hard money gon come with ease
And it's child's call it Chuck E. Cheese
Wanna do it like me go sell a couple keys and a ton of
Then run the street a hundred G's
Goons that is they out the woodwork
I work but that ain't how the hood work
I'm trying to over the game, B.I.G. and Pac style
Labels try to drop my old cuz I'm hot now
But oh you should stop now
Try to me on some ho shit I'll shut your block down
Dirty magazines tell you what my clique
Cause Playboy we some in a Penthouse
Louis bag full of let my chick count
She flyer than a double summersault
Then she to God Crooked gonna dog her out
I got a bad rep cuz I'm Slaughterhouse