Luyện nghe bài hát Black Barbies

Mike Will Made It
Sremm
Black in the city
Fat ass and titties
Get for they money
You sent but I wish I didn't receive 'em
All your lies I wish I didn't 'em

That boy is a pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met
the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La
Young girls always lookin' for a
But I shoulda listened to what momma me
moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to a shit about PETA

so strong I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I
New day, new money to be
New things for to imitate
I'm a fukin' black
Pretty face, body
Pink in the 'Rari
Always fuck him I'm sorry
Who the fuck is protect her?
If I really gotta her
piper picked a pepper
And my is triple decker

No Flex Zone, No Flex
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex

I see these nigga's flexin', it's a no zone
You gon' be in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my lookin' like a snowcone
She she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone I had to call "Bullshit!"
These havin' nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and don't ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? it-...hahahahahahaha
Half a on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns get deported
love me so much they be sendin' me gifts
And these clown niggas actin', I'mma send 'em some
Bitches rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips
All bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
Usually I'm a but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but none of them
Usually I'm the baddest, I'm the cutest
Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the
And we ain't ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? bitches ain't lucid
Go the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her know of me
Young bull living like an old
Quick the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls tryna get even
Haters mad for reason
Smoke in the air, drinking
They lose it when the DJ the needle