Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part [Explicit]

Me no with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
part, that part, that 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 need more
Broke fix your 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, that
Ayy I'm still tryna that plate
Rich or nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style,
Five I've been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig,
Porsche's down Broadway
I've been in different hoes, nigga
Got a that's worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like a bomb in it

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

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

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

Ayy! That
Bang shit in the hood one time
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell that bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix 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, I'mma lose my brain, that
Me and XO only thing go
me a bitch that'll go both 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 with to side on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a chopper to the fire too
I put your Uzi down you

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

Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel Jordan
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was listenin' close
You was listenin' to though
You wouldn't to the flow though
to the 'Go
Listen to a nigga from the 'Go though
I'mma this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get nigga on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!