Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

Me no with the fake, that part
All my independent bitches, that part
I just the paper, that part
All my bitches
That part, that part, part, that part

Ayy! part
Bang this in the hood one time
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to away, I need more options
Broke then fix pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, lanes, that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, part
405 with the gun off safe, part
Ayy I'm still tryna that plate
or poor nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style,
Five years I've been rich,
Drove down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsche's down
I've been in different hoes, nigga
Got a that's worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like it's a in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I want the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, part

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man this okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, still eatin'
That bitch ain't really bad, a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you on the mattress
Blow the out 'til you backless
Thick, we established
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)

Me no with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just want the paper, that
All my bitches
That part, that part, part, that part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the one time
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I more options
Broke then fix pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and ain't changed, that part
Me, my girl got bling, that part
get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a pistol in my drawls,
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a to stand the fire too
I put Uzi down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just the paper, that part
All my bitches
part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! part
part
That

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)
I just 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like
Pippen at my weddin', man I like Jordan
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was close though
You was to hoes though
You listen to the flow though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga from the 'Go
I'mma freestyle mothafucka, who knew?
I'm with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!