Luyện nghe bài hát So Sad

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

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

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

Warhol]
Yeah ooh, aye
We gon' double dash, aye
Speed up we crash, aye whoa
Know he that bag, aye whoa
Why boy so sad