Luyện nghe bài hát So Sad

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

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

[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, the Bent, boy gon' double dash
YSL my fit, Nike kicks, I count double
I can't give no fuck 'bout no bitch, I 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 double cash

Warhol]
Yeah ooh, aye
We double dash, aye whoa
up we don't crash, aye whoa
Know he count that bag, aye
Why boy so sad