Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

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

Ayy! That
this shit in the hood one time
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is

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

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this Chipotle
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 gonna me, she the female OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man this okay
Four Seasons, a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
Rich nigga, eatin' catfish
That ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you down on the
Blow the back out you backless
Thick, we already
She just got 'em done,
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)

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

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

Few million and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my girl got bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch go both ways
on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin' I to ball, nigga
Had a in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy side to side on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi beside you

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

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