Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

Take my and start it, start it, take

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Hold on, a minute, how ya feel lil bitch!
You already know I finna this shit
No go the Label, what's the deal, lil bitch?
Playin' with my money, I'mma kill that
I'mma kill bitch, I'mma euthanize it
We all at the funeral with and ties
I'mma get my check and the
I mean an envelope, and yes, I
get a drop, I got the lil niggas in a bag
Bitch bag on my bad, my bad, bitch ya bad
Pirex on the tat, many pro'lem on me
I my lil hoe 50 hunnid, hoe
Ya who run it, hoe
all in yo stomach, hoe
Ya you want it, hoe
Uh!
Dick all in the stomach like a tip
After she give me pussy, then I gotta dip
Ya know these hoes is is hoes
We got a lotta
Hoe, on the shit you cd five, not on my colla
I'm just chillin' with some bitches and they lookin' some twist
Yes, I'm from Atlanta, the side I represent
If I hop up on that organ I can yo ass a?
Bitch, stop me ideas and go pitch yo ass a tip
Tinted windows on my web pc, that like 5%
Damn, see
Get em runnin'!
Runnin' through a check, I fucked up my hand, now a nigga can't it
The Coupe set up with Forgiato, rubber
Lil nigga, I it
Wyle-e, I be hard, I swear to God that these niggas ain't bout it
They mad that my team winnin', isn't so we got em all potty
I'mma tell ya why they like that, these days, errbody want an Oscar
And they not my sons, and if are, I swear to God I'mma put em in foster care
Ya tv, take ya off the air
I'mma my ass, nigga, art to be here
And ya know I will like an?
I explain that line, need not to be clear