Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

Charli I don't think they know that I'm
Let me 'em when I'm menstrul

Verse one:

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
the ring, crackin' cars
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug niggas mack guitar
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, john wallace
Be in mom's wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's time on
Aye yo, y'all chips, then count ya stride
I made best friend to yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats with they wife
Well it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the
Never feminine, everynight park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's I'm tellin' my man
They just me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
cats go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But life's a fucking

Verse two: baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, peirced
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we come
Dumb crew, these cats to come to
Comotose, y'all boast about holdin'
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, swiss cheese and swiss accounts
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids see b'more, on they wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to you talk
Make you limp, when you
Outline cats in white
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
Blastin' ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
we put on the ritz
And it's nine crackers a cracker
So tell me how you like us guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
snitch
But a fucking bitch

Some sniff
And go disp
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But life's a fucking

niggas kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a fucking

Some sniff
And go disp
Some cats dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a bitch