Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

It's the 5-9 taper fade, Laker game
High time a page, they already know the name
Doms in this I mean it's real sh*t taking place
still the motive and I'm clocking it like Flava Flav
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me my scarf off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
Hodgy bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin 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 if you ain't gettin no money huh?
Broke n*ggas is talking loud I swear you is funny bruh.
We what the fuck is up 2012, as fuck.
Fast lifestyle, slow me down, cup.
(Hodgy)
Old school visions, ambidextrous
I switch hands five o' clock, your bitch lands by six.
She be quicksand better than the next n*gga, this man
Pockets swell up like a sick gland killing your ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high cause exactly how I feel bitch,
All I need is green grass and gold on my bitch,
Watch me get it n*gga, I'ma it real quick
Hodgy drew the master plan and Domo hit the switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm young fellow guy peddle by MellowHigh
Girlfriend never settles, why? Too busy in the 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 you never hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She can't refuse so I let her it like it's Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera
I let her snooze and dream cause of them wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm ballin' like a Benjamin, all about the Benjamins
why people acknowledge me and I ain't even friends with them.
Call a ho then stall a ho, I'm dope across the rope
Catch my fate, I bang grenades and beat your face til it's off throat.
(Domo)
Please the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep.
The shit he speak got him all ansty his Christmas week.
Silly me, riding with bitches with slim physiques.
And I'm tryna see lights, camera, like Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
Army fatigue, Bape boxes for the
No ghetto barrettes and weaves down to the sleeve, for the
If packaged be petite know how to roll up my weed
Her doing's the deed and she don't really need shit.
(Domo)
They Domo "Where you been?" They feel they got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be under bitch and
It's a when it come to that grip
You ain't never met a motherfucker in that sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the best thing yet the I'm the 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 with a bunch of grey hair
dead souls. 90 retro, Ho.
(Domo)
Hey y'all get out of the way cause i'm going
Bitch lay off the gas they giving your head tank dog,
Thinking that you better than me will get you off,
You either gotta win or go home, bitch the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
More luxurious that a throwback no low Jack no driver but it got doormats,
to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any nigga that own that?
I stuntin I'm a youngin, me and my n*ggas we be thuggin
At our that we be bugging 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 need you motherfuckers to stop and listen.
Golf Bitch.