Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

Charli I think they know that I'm menstrul
Let me 'em when I'm menstrul

Verse one:

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

(cam'ron)

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

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

two: charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted on ice chips
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast about holdin'
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya next door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying wanna see b'more, on they wish list
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to you talk
you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in white
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, class be e, p
'how ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is true dat
Takin' over,
While y'all be stressed
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
Pull out the whips, put out the
Cause we put on the
And it's nine crackers a cracker
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And off cliffs
snitch
But life's a fucking

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

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

Some niggas
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch