Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline game
High time save a page, they already know the
Doms in this bitch I mean it's real sh*t place
still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me take my off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin makin s'mores
My flow be trampling like you whores, I'm suicidal, the door.
I'm and, if, but and or.
(Domo)
Bitch what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't gettin no huh?
n*ggas is talking loud I swear you n*ggas is funny bruh.
We the fuck is up 2012, clutch as fuck.
lifestyle, slow me down, double cup.
(Hodgy)
Old visions, rhyme ambidextrous
I switch hands o' clock, when your bitch lands by six.
She will be quicksand than the next n*gga, this man
Pockets swell up like a sick gland your whole ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high cause that's how I feel bitch,
All I need is green and gold on my real bitch,
Watch me get it n*gga, I'ma sell it real
Hodgy drew the plan and Domo hit the kill switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm young fellow guy peddle by MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles, why? Too in the meadows high.
Out to dena, I'm like I'm out the cleaners.
Hardwood like an angry beaver, I'm like my fucking t-shirt.
Get it?
(Domo)
A phantom you hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She can't refuse so I let her drink it like Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by crews
I let her snooze and dream cause of them wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm ballin' like a Benjamin, it's all about the
That's why acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them.
Call a ho then stall a ho, I'm also across the rope
my fate, I bang grenades and beat your face til it's off your throat.
(Domo)
Please the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep.
The shit he speak got him all like his Christmas week.
Silly me, with several bitches with slim physiques.
And I'm tryna see lights, camera, like Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
fatigue, Bape boxes for the league
No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve, for the
If packaged she'll be petite know how to up my weed
Her doing's the deed and she don't really need shit.
(Domo)
asking Domo "Where you been?" They feel they got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be under that and
It's a when it come to that grip
You ain't never met a done in that sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the best yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet I'll mess with presets and jet around all vets.
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled with a of grey hair
souls. Promise 90 retro, Ho.
(Domo)
Hey y'all get out of the way i'm going AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas that they giving head tank dog,
that you better than me will get you taked off,
You either gotta win or go home, bitch the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
More that a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats,
Zero to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any that own that?
I stuntin I'm a youngin, me and my n*ggas we be thuggin
At our shows that we be bugging loving and we buzzin.
(Domo)
So me in the trap; it's going down.
leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown.
(Hodgy)
Cops me for a DUI prohibition
We don't need you to stop and listen.
Golf Bitch.