Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Schemin

I could paint a pretty picture, of pigment of and scriptures
Of bitches eyes on riches
Black love in them mixtures
Ah, it's like Picasso, in bitch
Female pac up in this bitch I'll apocalypse your shitrejoicing the thoughts of putting these bodies in hursesmy mission in body ambition like Nazi ignition
And body all curses, no in pursesCause I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti your purpose
These bitches ain't real, they just real clown
I remember when they to feel like real down bitches
I'm a city where respect don't come from currency
And I don't hear what you gonna do, what you done currently
15 left to get my money right
All I knew was hustle bitch, you see what my money
But I can still smell'em potent broke memoriesGuess that's how god kept me like oh, remember these?
Now just me and my nigga, I'm the Bonnie to his Clyde
And I for my nigga, oh
And all you ass, fake ass, hating ass, hoes
Was just for a bitch to blow
just to pin point my pivatle pinnacles from my pitfalls I pity y'all yall pity fool, I pity the fool that pic y'allno question though, I be on that other shitLike fuck that hoe I'm on a mission JoeYou too, if you knew
What this will do to you
Look at all the bullshit been through
Been Picken the bullshit I seen through
No Biggy though, I'm on some shit
So really though, my mother a new house
Trying to put my brother through college so that y'all talk about
I could a fuck about.