Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail

Bird Club Banger
to holla at you shorty
One focus, one only
to hit that thang, let's go

We make hits in the nightly
We out trying to get this
We take trips in the winter in jet
To where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance
to the beat, tipsy off the bubbly
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to balla
You can play hard, under I'm stoned
We playin' D, I'm in the paint like a G
Some say they gangstas but ain't like me

from an environment, came I was firin'
Then hit the dealers see the range I was
Don't test drive like a whole whip like you
Shoving up pies, a whole whip that you

Then take the proceeds, waist four G's
Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and
I'm tryin' to get the to breeze
But she putting up a fight Layla Ali

I told the lady I'll be doin' the 80 in the fly V
name 40 on the wrist
Last you can't afford me bitch
Get a bitch

We hits in the studio nightly
We out trying to get this
We take in the winter in jet planes
To where it's sunny

We got mami on the dance
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

of pure, ros
Look like Picasso on the bottles
We money, we lookin' like lotto's
I could cover chicks with cheese like

Fly out the cove, land in the where
New York to Miami
Bitch, I'm in the life of a star, rock star without the guitar
Got em' all rubbin' bitch bra

Got em' all shakin' their tush
I'ma givin' 'em a of the good life
But I give 'em a taste of the liquor, a taste of the good bud
Next thing you know she'll be tastin' my

I get money be quiet, you talkin' to the jolly green
I see it, I it, I buy it
Baby I'm flyer then a
Flyin' at his highest, it

We hits in the studio nightly
We out to get this money
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates where sunny

We got mami on the floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we to play
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the

are my homies? Up to no good
Where are my homies? Yup I'm so
What up pimpin', pimpin', I'm exempt
See my are like my plates, temporary

Act nil you beat it, move on
The man, yup the floors are heated
Cam half a quart a kid better ask 'round
I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're

In the 90's, Z3,
Now in the crib the TVs TVs
Killen Killen, mo killen and a kitty purrs
furs, his and hers, Bentley spurs

Gun talk, real talk, speak mack to
We like the Pistons, Bulls, you back to back
back to back, come ride wit me
On 11 hundred, not the pipe, two five

We make in the studio nightly
We out trying to get money
We take trips in the winter in jet
To climates it's sunny

We got mami on the floor
Grindin' to the beat, tipsy off the
But at the end of the day, we feelin' to
I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the