Luyện nghe bài hát So Sad

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

[Verse: Dex &
I don't give no fucks 'bout yo bitch, he gon' and cry
.40 wit' the drum, extra stick, he can't go
on my wrist, sippin' lean, shit I'm extra tired
Ha, your bitch she bi, ha off them pills I'm high
And I don't know why, be hatin' they bitchin'
Pullin' out all of yo extensions, hit from the and she flinchin'
Warhol love the cake, I just might the kitchen
See that little nigga be it, Warhol be stuntin' this way
Send in my shooters he missin', five yeah I'm poppin'
gotta talk just listen, I used to whip in the kitchen
Got all up on my tag, ha
Call up Warhol fuck your sister got niggas mad
All this shit so simple, pop a nigga a pimple
Bad hoe wit' the dimples, fuck hoe til' she crippled
Walked in the gang wit' me and we all strapped wit' the missiles
Two Tec's I got bad rep better not test so we
Five doin' coke whole time these bitches really simple
She wanna suck on my missiles, now I have to for my woe
Nah nigga you can't wit' me, smokin' the Woods no pencil
Hop in the foreign, no rental, coppin' the wave I knew you 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 wit' it no us
Aye, pull up and pass, eatin' chicken Gladys
Aye, headed to Roscoe's, yo bitch she the badest
Ooh, I don't want your bitch, she so slick, she 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, on my bag, got these boys so extra mad

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

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