Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

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

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

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the club, got some glitter on me
Wifey kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man ain't okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, still eatin'
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)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this Chipotle (That part)
with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)

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

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

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

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel Kobe
Lamar was me, man I feel like Kobe
at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan
Trippin' at my weddin', I be
say shit, nigga
You was close though
You was to hoes though
You wouldn't listen to the flow
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga the 'Go though
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!