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 bitches
That part, that part, that part, that

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

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, part
Bet my move the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, part
Ayy I'm still make that plate
Rich or poor nigga, pick fate
Style on top of style,
Five I've been rich, nigga
Drove down Fig, nigga
Porsche's down Broadway
I've been divin' in different hoes,
Got a chain that's the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine with the top in it
Nigga it like it's a bomb in it

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, this ain't Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like
I just the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all don't me, man this ain't okay
Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
Rich nigga, eatin' catfish
That bitch ain't really bad, that's a
If I walk up out of Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you on the mattress
Blow the out 'til you backless
Thick, we established
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this 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 just want the paper, part
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

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
then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still changed, that part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch that'll go both
Style on top of style,
a youngin' I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy with side to 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 with the fake, that
All my independent bitches, that part
I want the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, part
Ayy! That
That
That

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)
I just 60, man I feel like Kobe
was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel Jordan
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was close 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?
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!