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

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

Ayy! part
Bang this 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

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
Rich or poor nigga, pick fate
Style on top of style,
Five years I've rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig,
Porsche's down Broadway
I've been divin' in different hoes,
Got a chain that's the Rolls, nigga
Got an back with the top in it
Nigga it like it's a bomb in it

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch ain't Chipotle
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 kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man this okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, still catfish
That bitch ain't bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you down on the
the back out 'til you backless
Thick, we established
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this Chipotle (That part)
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe (That part)

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

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

Few million made and still ain't changed, part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
get so blowed, I'mma lose 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 wanted to ball,
Had a in my drawls, nigga
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy side to side on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi down you

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

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