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 should you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' you, but I'm a let you know
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em

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

Yeah I know that's they all says
She donkey with her, Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut bald heads
Been playin' that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a near us
Can't fault her, the nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I her
seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the
bag on her arm cost four bills
And she gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never
say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next
my old chick, execution

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

You be 'em
you be killin' 'em

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