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

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, lean, shit I'm extra tired
Ha, that's bitch she bi, ha off them pills I'm high
And I don't why, niggas be hatin' they bitchin'
Pullin' out all of yo extensions, hit the back and she flinchin'
love 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 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 got these niggas mad
All this shit so simple, pop a nigga like a
Bad hoe wit' the dimples, fuck hoe til' she crippled
Walked in wit' the wit' me and we all strapped wit' the missiles
Two Tec's I got bad rep not test so we eager
Five hoes doin' coke time these bitches really simple
She wanna suck on my missiles, now I to ride for my woe
Nah nigga you can't hang me, smokin' the Woods no pencil
Hop in the foreign, no rental, the wave I knew you were mental
Bag it, bag it up, I get money and add it up
Camel toe, she bad enough, we can not diss her wit' it no taxin' us
Aye, pull up and pass, eatin' that Gladys
Aye, to Roscoe's, suckin' yo bitch she the badest
Ooh, I don't want your bitch, she so slick, she gon' go
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 boys so mad

[Hook:
I can't give no 'bout no bitch, I can't go outside
They throw 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' throw a fit, 'bout 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 gon' dash, aye whoa
Speed up we crash, aye whoa
Know he that bag, aye whoa
Why boy so sad