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

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

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

Quarter million, lanes, that part
Bet my move 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 your
Style on top of style,
Five years I've been rich,
Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsche's down
been divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's worth the Rolls,
Got an engine back the top in it
Nigga it like it's a bomb in it

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
can't be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
Nigga an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man ain't okay
Four Seasons, a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
Rich nigga, still catfish
That bitch ain't bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Fifth
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you on the mattress
the back 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 ain't (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

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

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

Few million made and still ain't changed, that
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, that
I'mma get so blowed, lose my brain, that part
Me and XO thing go straight
me a bitch that'll go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I 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
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put Uzi down beside you

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

Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was me, man I feel like Kobe
at my weddin', man I feel like Jordan
Trippin' at my weddin', I be
say shit, nigga
You was listenin' close
You was to hoes though
You listen to the flow though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young from the 'Go though
I'mma freestyle this mothafucka, who
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!