Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

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

Verse one:

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back
Thug niggas mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll want whips, time on trial
Aye yo, want chips, then count ya stride
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with wife
Well then it's true, I lost a daughter
Niggas get a money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, chicks
the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
just want me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, I'm laid up with blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

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

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

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
click, we come through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
Hardly ya girl 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 kids see b'more, on they 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, when you
Outline cats in white
Got fagotts "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like "who dat "
Is true dat
over, slower
While hoes be stressed
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, out the clips
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

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

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

niggas kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

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