Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bottom Boss

(Ft. Ross)

1: Game]
Im about to tear this fuckin out
Pretend its Keri Hilson and blow a back out
22nd mixtape, half of em diss
But fuck who I was 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 thought I was
He was winnin, I was
He a jab, I started bruisin
So I threw in the towel just to all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me thats unusual
Thats the father in me, dont Im tryin to be cool with you
Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, shirt, designer buckles
Louis Vuitton billboard, the boy just tryin to hustle
Poster boy for them drug
I just want you all to me
But I aint handsome, I trying to bug niggas
Yall the Verizon man, Im just gon stand yall
But now and then, I gotta remind yall

2: Game]
Its that red bottom boss,
Burgundy Bentley truck, what it cost nigga
That V12 start up like Ross
Thats why them hoes call me the boss
Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way
Remember, I had a for ya, and I aint talkin ASAP
You I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat
If you see tip drillin, King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight
Ace of by the crates, biatch
Never lose, like Alexander the Great,
I only win like Baylor, I run the city mayors
Dont me go dig up them old Chuck Taylors
Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin up gang
Ya niggas wasnt bloods I cosigned yall
But yall that Verizon man, Im gon stand behind yall
And sometimes I gotta yall

3: Game]
Taylor nigga, I aint Wiz doe
I got that brick road inside my ear lobes
Playin ice hockey, feelin like
Los Angeles King, and Im who the whole city for
Niggas throwin subliminals, act like I hear those
I give yall 100 bars, but you all know yall fear those
And plus, Im too to my lifestyle
Fuck them Air 1? s, Im too to these spikes now
Louis Vuittons, as croutons
They comfortable 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 niggas gettin 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.