Luyện nghe bài hát So Sad

[Hook:
I can't no fuck 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside
gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine
Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count cash
I can't give no fuck no bitch, I can't go outside
They gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she mine
on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy gon' double dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double

Dex & Warhol]
I give no fucks 'bout yo bitch, he gon' bawl and cry
.40 the drum, extra stick, he can't go outside
Eighty on my wrist, sippin' lean, shit I'm extra
Ha, your bitch she bi, ha off them pills I'm high
And I don't know why, niggas be hatin' they
out all of yo extensions, hit from the back and she flinchin'
Warhol the cake, I just might dirty the kitchen
See that little nigga be sayin' it, be stuntin' this way
Send in my shooters he missin', five bitches I'm poppin'
Don't gotta talk listen, I used to whip in the kitchen
Got all up on my tag, ha
Call up Warhol your sister got these niggas mad
All this so simple, pop a nigga like a pimple
Bad hoe wit' the dimples, fuck that hoe she crippled
Walked in wit' the wit' me and we all strapped wit' the missiles
Two Tec's I got bad rep better not so we eager
Five hoes doin' coke whole time bitches really simple
She wanna suck on my missiles, now I have to for my woe
Nah nigga you can't hang me, smokin' the Woods no pencil
Hop in the foreign, no rental, coppin' the I knew you were mental
Bag it, bag it up, I get that and add it up
Camel toe, she bad enough, we can not diss her wit' it no taxin' us
Aye, pull up and pass, that chicken Gladys
Aye, headed to Roscoe's, suckin' yo bitch she the
Ooh, I want your bitch, she so slick, she gon' go inside
Run a bag, you so mad, you so extra mad
Pop up and I'm glad, thousand right up on my tag
Ha, Goyard on my bag, got these boys so mad

Warhol]
I can't give no fuck no bitch, I can't go outside
gon' throw a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine
Fifteen on my wrist, the Bent, boy gon' double dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count cash
I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I go outside
They gon' a fit, 'bout that bitch, she forever mine
Fifteen on my wrist, wit' the Bent, boy double dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count cash

[Outro:
ooh, aye whoa
We double dash, aye whoa
Speed up we crash, aye whoa
Know he count bag, aye whoa
Why boy so sad