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 one:

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, give the wax to
harsh, leave 'em my back garage
Thug using mack guitar
Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on
Make you leave new york quicker, john wallace
Be in your mom's
Ya'll want whips, it's on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, count ya stride
I made best friend to fight yo, like '98
Connin' in they eyes, like cats with they wife
Well then it's true, that I a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the
sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's I'm tellin' my man
just want me on the crucifix, I held 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
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

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

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
click, we come through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast about holdin'
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
ya girl 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, frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know to make you talk
Make you limp, when you
cats in white chalk
Got fagotts "who's she? "
wit' it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
Takin' over,
While y'all 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 me how you like us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

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

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

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some cats go
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