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

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, that part, that

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

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, that
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, part
405 with the gun off safe, that
Ayy I'm still tryna that plate
Rich or poor nigga, pick fate
on top of style, nigga
Five I've been rich, nigga
Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed down Broadway
I've been in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's worth the Rolls,
Got an back with the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like it's a in it

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like
I just left the strip club, got 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, still catfish
bitch ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you down on the
Blow the out 'til you backless
Thick, we already
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 conversate the fake, that part
All my bitches bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, that

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

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

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel Kobe
was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I 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 nigga from the 'Go though
freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!