Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Away

We're about to set it off now

You know I ain't Gates, honey
But I'mma act like I ain't had money

And it away
And throw it
And throw it
And throw it
You see me it away
And throw it
I to throw it away
throw it away
Let 'em

You know I ain't Jay-Z,
But act like I ain't never had money

Live from the area, area,
Drives bury ya, bury, wasted
Standing on couches, everybody me
Rock star, only thing that's to do is O.D
out here, out here
In the doing what, got my name out here, out here
You can call it tricking, you can call it
You can call it dissing, it is if you all stand
All the bitches on q na na na na na,
Im in the sky, the realest go na na na na na
Let it fly dope, ah
You only live one time, one
Your rapper up in here one time, one time
You what
You know I aint Jay Z
But I act like I aint never money

And it away
And it away
And it away
I like to throw it
And it away
You see me it away
Racks up, get it up and throw it away

You know I Bill Gates, honey
But I'mma act I ain't never had money

All my got wings on it, fat
Booties got my ding-a-ling on it,
Clap, clap; that butt applaud
You got all that back, you fucking for?
Bitches, bitches, this is song
I got riches itching sitting in y'all
the ? Slaughterhouse, baby
This is what it's all about, crazy,
Blowing in the like
a picture pose, I got cheese like
Come, come, get this money me, I don't want it, honey
I make it rain; I make it snow, bunny
the pole to the top of that bitch
I ain't got it that, but I got it like, this

You know I Bill Gates, honey
But I'mma act like I never had money

And throw it
And it away
And throw it
And throw it
You see me it away
And it away
I like to throw it
throw it away
Let 'em

You know I Jay-Z, honey
But I'mma act like I ain't had money

Yeah, bitch, damn right, I'm fucking a stripper
In a Sprinter; Dick Van Dyke
Whores gonna love it I go Warren Buffett
euros on the floor balling on the form budget
Slaughter's in the house, look at the clique, clique
than the breasts of a fat chick
Party in VIP with the realest
On blue boys and 'shrooms, now the club is Village
money in the air like
I'm I'm falsetto like
I you killers hold the metal tight
Who a fuck? We all ghetto, right?
I had a lap dance, moment of
This a tax off, this is my favorite charity

You know I ain't Bill Gates,
But I'mma act I ain't never had money

And throw it
And throw it
And it away
And throw it
You see me throw it
And throw it
I like to it away
Let's it away
Let 'em

You I ain't Jay-Z, honey
But I'mma act like I ain't never had

Tell her she could crash hit and run, hit and run
Hop off that pole, get on a one, different one
I told her do thing I like and she ain't do it
was my bad, thinking that she ain't stupid
Cute face a pretty butt, pretty butt
Shake got an ass giddy-up, giddy-up
titty bucks, put it down, that's a pick me up
Money too long for me to try to fuck
Car like
Even got the valet workers
You that, and it's one thing
Cause I fuck and you gonna hear the guns sing
Red hopping out the coupe
We got it tied up, even we got it out of the loop
I 'em

You I ain't Bill Gates, honey
But I'mma act like I never had money

And throw it
And it away
And it away
I like to throw it
And it away
You see me it away
Racks stacked up, get it up and it away