Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: charli baltimore f/

Charli
cam

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

Verse cam'ron

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' down in springs
the ring, crackin' cars
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using mack
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
you leave 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 made best friend to fight yo, like '98
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with wife
Well then it's true, that I lost a
Niggas get a little money, wanna the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't the border
Never feminine, everynight park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, what I'm tellin' my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I held in my
for the plan, felony 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 kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And some go
Some cats dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a fucking

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and slice
Spotted deserve on ice
Tight click, we 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 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, frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to you talk
you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is dat wear
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's nine crackers before a
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

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

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

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