Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline game
High time a page, they already know the name
Doms in this bitch I mean real sh*t taking place
Money still the motive and I'm it like Flava Flav
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me my scarf off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
Hodgy bout to logs, I be spitting fire campin makin s'mores
My flow be like you whores, I'm suicidal, fuck the door.
I'm and, if, but and or.
(Domo)
Bitch what the fuck is you talking if you ain't gettin no money huh?
Broke n*ggas is talking loud I swear you is funny bruh.
We what the is up 2012, clutch as fuck.
lifestyle, slow me down, double cup.
(Hodgy)
Old school visions, ambidextrous
I switch hands five o' clock, when your lands by six.
She will be better than the next n*gga, this man
swell up like a sick gland killing your whole ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high cause exactly how I feel bitch,
All I need is grass and gold on my real bitch,
me get it n*gga, I'ma sell it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin'
Girlfriend never settles, Too busy in the meadows high.
Out to dena, I'm fresh I'm out the cleaners.
Hardwood like an beaver, I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt.
Get it?
(Domo)
A you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by crews
I let her snooze and dream none of them wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm ballin' like a Benjamin, all about the Benjamins
That's why acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them.
a ho then stall a ho, I'm also dope across the rope
Catch my fate, I bang grenades and beat your face til off your throat.
(Domo)
Please shut the fuck up let me put shit to sleep.
The shit he speak got him all like his Christmas week.
Silly me, riding with several bitches with physiques.
And I'm tryna see lights, camera, like Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
Army fatigue, Bape for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves to the sleeve, for the fees
If she'll be petite know how to roll up my weed
Her doing's doing the deed and she really need shit.
(Domo)
They Domo "Where you been?" They feel they got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be under that and
It's a headlock when it to that grip
You ain't never met a done in that sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet I'll mess with and jet around all these vets.
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled a bunch of grey hair
souls. Promise 90 retro, Ho.
(Domo)
Hey y'all get out of the way cause i'm AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that they giving head tank dog,
Thinking that you better than me will get you off,
You either gotta win or go home, it's the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
More that a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats,
Zero to sixty in like 4 you know any nigga that own that?
I ain't stuntin I'm a youngin, me and my n*ggas we be
At our shows we be bugging groupie loving and we buzzin.
(Domo)
So meet me in the trap; it's down.
MellowHype like the jaw of Bobby Brown.
(Hodgy)
Cops arrest me for a DUI
We need you motherfuckers to stop and listen.
Golf Bitch.