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

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

Ayy! part
this shit in the hood 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

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, part
Bet my bitch the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, that
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 Bimmers Fig, nigga
Pushed down Broadway
I've divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an back with the top in it
drivin' it like it's a bomb in it

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

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

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

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 your pockets, all I do is

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

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

Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel Kobe
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 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 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!