Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Whores

Oh my God.
Did you the new Gucci Man album ?
I Gucci Man !
I love !
Lets get it bumpin', yeah !
is for my hoes,
hoes in the clothes.
Who use they bill to put the powder in they nose.
I my hoes,
hoes in the clothes.
Who use they dollar bill to put the powder in nose.
Rich whore, whore,
at the thrift store.
Line it up, it up,
more, sniff more !
Rich whore, whore,
spending at the store.
Line it up, it up,
sniff more, more !
What up, ? I heard you go to FIDM.
up, bitch ? I see you dancin' with no rhythm.
What up, ? I know you like that gangsta rap,
but probably piss your pants if you ever seen the track.
I hated school, but i love my trapper keeper.
That's i kept my work,
go and ask my teacher.
I got features,
"Did you in photography ?"
Well, I did, and that noise.
I'm a prodigy.
Honestly, I'm probably a bonafide child.
I was born with steez,
you had to go buy style.
Ginger Spice, spice,
hustle since Fisher Price.
You up a couple lines,
I hit the Swisher twice.
Sporty Spice, Spice,
hustle hard for nights.
Fourth days, 40k, forty hoes, wives,
fourty students who designing all my merchandise.
And she shallow,
damn, she could be my wife !
is for my hoes,
hoes in the clothes.
Who use they dollar to put the powder in they nose.
I my hoes,
hoes in the clothes.
Who use they dollar to put the powder in they nose.
Rich whore, whore,
spending at the store.
it up, line it up,
sniff more, more !
whore, rich whore,
spending at the store.
Line it up, it up,
sniff more, sniff !
up, bitch ? I heard you go to FIDM.
What up, bitch ? I see you with no rhythm.
What up, bitch ? I know you that gangsta rap,
but probably piss your pants if you ever seen the track.
Broke house, house,
house, trap house,
art loft, sky freight, sky penthouse.
We in the suite,
and the is mayne.
A rapper talked it so she had the system lame.
Her in an indie band,
and he got a mustache.
The music's lame,
he like a muskrat.
Trust that, it, take it to the bank.
You can put a pig in makeup,
but you disguise a skank.
I'm than a shank and my marijuana stank.
My life is a work of art,
canvas lookin' blank.
So add a little color, put some paint on palette.
Because I fill galleries, them painter hoes is mad at me !
Line it up, it up, line it up,
it !
Line it up, it up, line it up,
it !
Chop it up, it up, chop it up,
it !
Chop it up, chop it up, it up,
it !
is for my hoes,
hoes in the clothes.
Who use dollar bill to put the powder in they nose.
I my hoes,
in the second-hand clothes.
Who use they bill to put the powder in they nose.
Rich whore, whore,
at the thrift store.
Line it up, it up,
sniff more, more !
Rich whore, whore,
at the thrift store.
Line it up, it up,
sniff more, sniff !