Luyện nghe bài hát You Be Killin Em

You what's up girl, ain't ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the
They arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you, but I'm a let you
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
Girl you be 'em

You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty
Been chasing her for two days, first eight
A bad bitch cost, she worth cent
She look like the best that I ever spent
watching my cutie pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a ride
Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I it shoe'icide
Looking good has it's
Chilly weather four figure jacket prices
Her body nice, dime
Give you that iPhone four, face
Shorty in the streets, still the home
class for wine, still handle Patron
When them other hos call I hand her the
And she hand 'em the

Yeah I know that's what all says
She donkey with her, Juan Valdez
it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin' with that green long as Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball
All she wanna is there a mall near us
fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me I called her
Slow like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or
imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she
I met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick,

You be 'em
Had to let you
You be 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
All the (to all the ladies)
You be 'em
You be 'em
I'd to congratulate you

You be 'em
Girl you be 'em

And you just came the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and Timbo's
And a pair of flats, trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, B.B.M.
Still killin' 'em
You still 'em hoes
You still 'em hoes