Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my bitches bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
That part, that part, 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 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 that plate
Rich or poor nigga, pick your
Style on top of style,
years I've been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsche's Broadway
I've been divin' in hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine with the top in it
Nigga drivin' it it's a bomb in it

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't
with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some 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 eatin'
That bitch ain't really bad, that's a
If I up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you down on the
Blow the out 'til you backless
Thick, we established
She just got 'em done,
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)

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

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the one time
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
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
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch that'll go both
on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
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 down you

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

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