Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: baltimore f/ cam'ron

Charli
cam

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

Verse cam'ron

I'm don thing, donna karen
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
niggas using mack guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new quicker, then john wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, then ya stride
I made best friend to yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like behind with they wife
then it's true, that I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna 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, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p scrams yo, a of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up with blood diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

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

Some sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And on clicks
rich
But life's a fucking

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
around and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, y'all boast holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our labels
Hardly ya next door, beofre I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying wanna 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 ways to make you talk
Make you limp, you walk
Outline in white chalk
Got fagotts askin' "who's "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
we put on the ritz
And it's nine before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and

(cam'ron)

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

Some sniff
And some go
Some want dough
And come on
Some
But a fucking bitch

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

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