Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

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

one: cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, cars
money, give the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back
niggas using mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
you leave new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your mom's
Ya'll whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, want chips, then count ya stride
I made friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind they wife
Well then it's true, I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, everynight park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, chicks
With the shotguns to shot, 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!
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 get dissed
cats go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats want
And on clicks
Some
But life's a bitch

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
Spotted on ice chips
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast about totes
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya girl next door, 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 kids wanna see b'more, on wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski up on barren face
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
Make you limp, you walk
cats in white chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
Cause we put on the
And nine crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and

(cam'ron)

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

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

niggas kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And off cliffs
snitch
But a fucking bitch

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