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

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

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

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

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

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars be choosers, bitch this ain't Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe
I just left the club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man this okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
Rich nigga, eatin' catfish
That bitch really bad, that's a catfish
If I up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you down on the
Blow the back out 'til you
Thick, we established
She just got 'em done,
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this Chipotle (That part)
with an attitude, I feel like O'Shea (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I like Kobe (That part)

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

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

Few million made and ain't changed, that part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch go both ways
on top of style, nigga
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
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi beside you

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like
Lamar was with me, man I feel Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel Jordan
Trippin' at my weddin', I be
say shit, nigga
You was close though
You was listenin' to though
You wouldn't listen to the though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga 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 on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!