Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bottom Boss

(Ft. Ross)

1: Game]
Im about to tear this track out
Pretend its Keri Hilson and a fuckin back out
22nd mixtape, half of em diss
But fuck who I was dissin I never made a mistake
Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have trippin
I was fallin, I was
He was Jordan, I thought I was
He was winnin, I was
He threw a jab, I bruisin
So I threw in the towel just to all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me thats unusual
Thats the father in me, dont think Im to be cool with you
Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, shirt, designer buckles
Louis billboard, the niggas boy just tryin to hustle
Poster boy for drug dealers
I just you all to love me
But I aint handsome, I trying to bug niggas
Yall the Verizon man, Im just gon stand behind
But now and then, I gotta remind yall

[Verse 2:
Its that red boss, nigga
Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck it cost nigga
That V12 start up like Ross
why them hoes call me the boss nigga
Catch me in the Maybach, where them recline way back
Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I aint talkin
You I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat
If you see tip drillin, of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks
Ace of by the crates, biatch
lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch
I only win Baylor, I run the city like mayors
Dont make me go dig up them old Chuck
Back me and Snoop was the only ones throwin up gang signs
Ya niggas wasnt bloods I cosigned yall
But yall Verizon man, Im just gon stand behind yall
And sometimes I remind yall

[Verse 3:
Gang nigga, I aint Wiz doe
I got that brick road inside my ear lobes
Playin ice hockey, feelin like
Los King, and Im who the whole city cheer for
Niggas throwin subliminals, act like I dont those
I could give yall 100 bars, but you all know yall 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
They suede, poupon
The yellow like on
The Lakers, he was
But should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria move on
Damn, was that too
These gettin pooped on
While I get my Duke on, and like Duhon
warm, Im too hot, youre too cold
Im 2Pac, too old for hip hop
Stop.