Luyện nghe bài hát Who That Be?

Yo bitch on me but you can never do
Cuz yo momma raised a
Everytime I walk to the drop top, help but
Close my cuz my whip so glossy
God bitch, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans cake
I just need that ass don't worry bout no
Look at me, at he, you don't wanna fuck with we
Hit the roll on me, you gon end up in the sea

7: 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then to flee
All my riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? on the count of 3
Squeeze that G, leave that
Bouncin the trampoline

Getting bread income (man)
Spend it on Balmain
Working all night I might run the Bat(man)
I see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my mane

We gon' pull up on the kids a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
And I don't give a hit em with the damn dicks
Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Claus
I'm a G bet there's wrong with me
All these mans on the ground, lookin like the ass sea
Yeah, up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
I don't really give a fuck no b
skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
Pull up on a fuckin enemy, 3rd
Now imma go back to the crib (to the crib bitch)
And leave the fuckin country with the (loudpack)

I'd the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)
This shit too crazy the fuckin ambulance (ambulance)
Don't no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
Got all this money but these unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)

Getting bread income (man)
it on this Balmain
Working all I might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a bro mane
You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my mane

7: 30 up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing
Wait, who be? ready on the count of 3
Squeeze that G, that scene
like the trampoline