Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

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

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' in palm springs
the ring, crackin' cars
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back
Thug niggas using guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then john
Be in your mom's
want whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then ya stride
I made best to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats with they wife
Well then true, that I lost a daughter
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
in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, 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
That's my son

(cam'ron)

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

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

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and slice
Spotted on ice chips
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these cats to come to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We parties, and sign our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with 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 careful you ask for
Ski up on barren face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know to make you talk
Make you limp, when you
Outline cats in chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, class be e, p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
Takin' over,
While hoes be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
Pull out the whips, put out the
Cause we put on the
And nine crackers before a cracker
So me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
Some cats go
And jump off
snitch
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And go disp
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And get dissed
cats go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a fucking

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
Some
But a fucking bitch