Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix) [Explicit]

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

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

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, that
Bet my bitch 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 down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsche's down
been divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine with the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like a bomb in it

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

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

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

Ayy! That
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

Few made and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, that
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, part
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch that'll go ways
Style on top of style,
Since a I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls,
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi down you

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

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