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 the paper, that part
All my flavored
part, that part, that part, that part

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

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

Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my bitches independent bitches, part
I want 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, bitch ain't Chipotle
with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some on me
gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y'all feel me, man this ain't okay
Four Seasons, a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
Rich nigga, still catfish
That bitch really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Fifth
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you on the mattress
Blow the out 'til you backless
Thick, we established
She just got 'em done,
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel 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, part
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

Ayy! part
this shit in the hood one time
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell that bitch 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, I'mma lose my brain, part
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch 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 to stand the fire too
I put Uzi down beside you

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I like Jordan
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was listenin' close
You was listenin' to hoes
You wouldn't listen to the though
to the 'Go
Listen to a nigga from the 'Go though
I'mma freestyle 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!