Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

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

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

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

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just the strip club, got some glitter on me
gonna 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, eatin' catfish
That ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you on the mattress
Blow the back out 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 like Kobe (That part)

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

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

Few made and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a I wanted 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
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi down you

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

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