Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bottom Boss

(Ft. Ross)

[Verse 1:
Im about to tear fuckin track out
Pretend its Keri Hilson and blow a back out
22nd mixtape, of em diss tapes
But who I was dissin because I never made a mistake
Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been
I was fallin, I was
He was Jordan, I I was Pippen
He was winnin, I was
He threw a jab, I started
So I threw in the just to separate all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin unusual
Thats the father in me, dont think Im tryin to be with you
Thug life, knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles
Louis Vuitton billboard, the boy just tryin to hustle
Poster boy for drug dealers
I just you all to love me
But I handsome, I aint trying to bug niggas
Yall the Verizon man, Im just gon behind yall
But every now and then, I gotta yall

[Verse 2:
Its that red boss, nigga
Bentley truck, fuck what it cost nigga
That V12 start up like nigga
Thats why them call me the boss nigga
Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats way back
Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I aint talkin
You know I got K strap, chopper with the base hat
If you see tip drillin, King of Diamonds, tell I got like stacks
Ace of Spades by the crates,
Never lose, like the Great, biatch
I win like Baylor, I run the city like mayors
make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylors
Back when me and Snoop was the ones throwin up gang signs
Ya niggas wasnt until I cosigned yall
But yall that Verizon man, Im gon stand behind yall
And sometimes I gotta yall

[Verse 3:
Taylor nigga, I aint Wiz doe
I got that yellow road inside my ear lobes
ice hockey, feelin like Gretzky
Los Angeles King, and Im who the whole cheer for
throwin subliminals, act like I dont hear those
I give yall 100 bars, but you all know yall fear those
And plus, Im too to my lifestyle
Fuck Air 1? s, Im too attached to these spikes now
Vuittons, hard as croutons
They like futons
suede, grey poupon
The yellow like on
The Lakers, he was
But they should moved that nigga Marion, Gloria move on
Damn, was that too
These niggas pooped on
While I get my Duke on, and crossover like
warm, Im too hot, youre too cold
Im 2Pac, too old for hip hop
Stop.