Luyện nghe bài hát So Sad

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

Dex & Warhol]
I don't give no fucks 'bout yo bitch, he gon' and cry
.40 wit' the drum, 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, be hatin' they bitchin'
out all of yo extensions, hit from the back and she flinchin'
Warhol love the cake, I just might dirty the
See that little be sayin' it, Warhol be stuntin' this way
Send in my shooters he missin', five yeah I'm poppin'
Don't talk just listen, I used to whip in the kitchen
Got all up on my tag, ha
Call up Warhol fuck your sister got these mad
All this shit so simple, pop a like a pimple
Bad hoe wit' the dimples, fuck that hoe she crippled
in wit' the gang 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 these bitches really simple
She suck on my missiles, now I have to ride for my woe
Nah nigga you can't hang me, smokin' 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 diss her it no taxin' us
Aye, pull up and pass, eatin' that chicken
Aye, to Roscoe's, suckin' yo bitch she the badest
Ooh, I don't 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, hunnid' thousand up on my tag
Ha, Goyard on my bag, got these boys so mad

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

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