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

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

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

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

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, part

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

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

Few million made and ain't changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, part
I'mma get so blowed, lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch that'll go ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a pistol in my drawls,
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy side to side 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 bitches independent bitches, that
I want the paper, that part
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, part
Ayy! That
That
part

Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I 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' though
You was listenin' to hoes
You listen to the flow though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga from the 'Go
I'mma 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!