Luyện nghe bài hát Think I'm Lyin

Drop that coke in that hot
And tell bitch to hold her nose

Man I'm richer a bitch, ho (you must think I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get dough (you think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you must I'm lyin')

Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho (you think I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get dough (you must I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you must I'm lyin')

Big homie droppin' off the torch, I'm smokin' out the
Real life, street nigga, made a off the court
I don't even hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I give and go, I can duck and move
Homie call T, ask him what's the bookin' fee
I don't need no fuckin' show, hit my kitchen, a ki
She say "Thank you", I say "Please, all coke, you still want cheese?"
All that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon' a G?
Ho you know it's so HB, we got the like KBC
Gave the to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've fienin', I've been prayin' for my demons
You must I'm lyin', I spent a hundred thou' this evenin'

Man I'm richer a bitch, ho (you must think I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get dough (you must I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you think I'm lyin')

Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho (you must I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must I'm lyin')
You 'on't it, you ain't really ready (you must think I'm lyin')

I got some niggas in this bitch that got niggas in this bitch
Mean muggin' like we suckin' on a lemon in this
I'ma ball even if I my physical and shit
And I'm all my digits, goin' digital and shit
on the couch until I'm short winded in this bitch
Don't judge a by it's cover, start schemin' at you, bitch
Where my niggas that be poppin' them prescriptions? You sick
Where my bitches be fuckin' for that money? You ain't shit
And yo' bitch make no tips, and that sip don't make me itch
My bitch think I'm lyin', I said I don't, she said "Since when?"
I'm a dog like Rin Tin Tin, y'all niggas, y'all some hoes
trust y'all niggas, talk in code, don't walk, I stroll, don't walk, I drove
So park my Rolls, that spark, I glow, avoid my woes, I my bros
But that nina workin', 'cause I can't fuck with the part-time hoes
My bitch pussy multipurposes, 'cause it take dick and my dope
that coke in that hot water and tell that bitch to hold her nose

Man I'm richer a bitch, ho (you must think I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get dough (you must I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't ready (you must think I'm lyin')

Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho (you must I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you must I'm lyin')

10 Mil' last year, you must think I'm lyin', ho
I cash, don't break even, I overlap your payroll
Straight to the point like Bledsoe, that, I take the foul
out, no time for trial, my lawyer's with me, better call Saul
Nigga round draft pick, my lifestyle need a contract
I'm Bo Jack in Egypt, that smell like reefer
Who that, nigga? I beat them, Redman, I'll be dat
187, no team, get drill bit
I pull up my to these niggas and flaunt, I'm the nigga she want
I got all the shit that she want, her boss, boy, Trell got a mil in a vault
I'm just bein' honest, oh you think I'm lyin' (no!)
I'm not just an owner, baby, I'm a client

Man I'm richer a bitch, ho (you must think I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get dough (you must I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't it, you ain't really ready (you must think I'm lyin')

Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho (you think I'm lyin')
Wake up, gotta get dough (you think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must I'm lyin')
You want it, you ain't really ready (you must think I'm lyin')