Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

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

one: cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back
Thug using mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then john
Be in your mom's
Ya'll want whips, it's time on
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then count ya
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like behind with they wife
Well then it's true, that I lost a
Niggas get a little money, cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
Never feminine, everynight don't the six
Right in front of
chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
With the to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
They want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up 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

Some sniff
And some go
cats want dough
And on clicks
rich
But a fucking bitch

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, peirced
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and slice
Spotted on ice chips
Tight click, we come
Dumb crew, these cats to come to
Comotose, y'all about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
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, swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, 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 barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in chalk
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
'how ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While hoes be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, out the clips
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's nine crackers a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and

(cam'ron)

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

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

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And off cliffs
snitch
But a fucking bitch

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