Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Charli
cam

Charli I don't think they 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, the wax to juan
harsh, leave 'em my back garage
Thug niggas mack guitar
Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on
Make you leave new york quicker, then john
Be in your mom's
Ya'll whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all chips, then count ya stride
I made best friend to fight yo, like '98
Connin' in they eyes, like behind with they wife
then it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, cross the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
Never feminine, everynight park the six
in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with like diolisists
my next son

(cam'ron)

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

Some sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
Some
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 deserve on ice
click, we come through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' miss, hoes 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 up on barren face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to make you
Make you limp, you walk
cats in white chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, class be e, p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, stare, they like "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While y'all 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
we put on the ritz
And nine crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

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

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

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

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