Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline Laker
High time a page, they already know the name
Doms in this bitch I it's real sh*t taking place
Money still the and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me my scarf off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
Hodgy to barf 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)
what the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't gettin no money huh?
Broke n*ggas is talking loud I you n*ggas is funny bruh.
We what the fuck is up 2012, as fuck.
Fast lifestyle, me down, double cup.
(Hodgy)
Old school visions, rhyme
I switch hands five o' clock, your bitch lands by six.
She will be quicksand than the next n*gga, this man
Pockets swell up like a sick killing your whole ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high cause exactly 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 quick
drew the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm young fellow guy peddle by reppin'
Girlfriend never settles, why? Too in the meadows high.
Out to dena, I'm fresh I'm out the cleaners.
like an angry beaver, I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt.
Get it?
(Domo)
A phantom you never hand a random eating cannibal
She refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be standing by camera crews
I let her snooze and cause none of them wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm ballin' a Benjamin, it's all about the Benjamins
That's why people me and I ain't even friends with them.
Call a ho stall a ho, I'm also dope across the rope
Catch my fate, I grenades and beat your face til it's off your throat.
(Domo)
Please shut the up let me put this shit to sleep.
The shit he speak got him all like his Christmas week.
Silly me, riding several bitches with slim physiques.
And I'm tryna see lights, camera, action Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
Army fatigue, Bape boxes for the
No barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve, for the fees
If packaged she'll be petite know how to up my weed
Her doing the deed and she don't really need shit.
(Domo)
They asking Domo "Where you been?" They feel got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be under bitch and
It's a headlock when it come to that
You ain't met a motherfucker done in that sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet I'll mess with presets and jet all these vets.
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled with a bunch of grey
dead souls. 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 gotta win or go home, bitch it's the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
More luxurious a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats,
to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any nigga that own that?
I ain't I'm a youngin, me and my n*ggas we be thuggin
At our shows that we be groupie loving and we buzzin.
(Domo)
So meet me in the trap; it's down.
leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown.
(Hodgy)
Cops arrest me for a DUI
We don't need you to stop and listen.
Wang Bitch.