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 flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

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

Quarter million, lanes, that part
Bet my bitch the same old thing, that part
405 the gun off safe, that part
Ayy I'm tryna make that plate
Rich or poor nigga, your fate
Style on top of style,
Five I've been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig,
Pushed Porsche's down
I've been divin' in hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's 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, part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

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

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

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

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

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like
Lamar was me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel 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 young from the 'Go though
freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!