Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

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I'm in the chevrolet with no tags
Got doors on bitch like a school bus
Hop on in
Take you for a ride with a loaded
So cold I might need a coat rag
Look you only need two puffs
That's crystal Catfish Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the I blow cash
That ain't that's nubuck
You ain't really ballin'
You ain't rollin' up on a new
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got this bitch on four's like two
Two and bitch is lubed up
MC's like a new slut
Yeah bitch I'm
Five go yo' pap' that his boy's said howdy
You want to make it rain but would I, I it
These hoes are bad weather, always
I'm a these bitches dig these ditches and
Rocks up out this chevy before you dead and lost
Cause we peelin' off in that red Bugatti with

(Oh, oh!) just me and that (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) with a attitude (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't want to see that wave (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and box running up clean and smooth (Bowties)

2: Rittz]

All black Chevy I'm a it to the car show
Shouldn't drink and but I got some chronic at my condo
ho, with me 'bout to fuck no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the and the blanco
stroke, I'm a swing the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the back she look behind and saw my charm
I a picture of her pussy for affective feeling
So she got the steppin' like she love me the mind boat
inside my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a perfect
Anyone it with us can get it they beggin' for attention
Like Cyrus when she twerking let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you blaming us when you gone broke
Rap's killing shit like Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' dried up like a
Chilling but really still feelin' like I'm on my though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the
Northside Atlanta and I got it, to get a gram
Servin' out my like a burger want a drink, it's ten
Use a better pad now they it up and let me in
interior until they get another print
Of my shoes, hit the runway my Chevy then
Hit the gas till the we will never land
Ain't nobody with Slumerican put that on my Chevy

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to the mall like fuck you
Give me that Mickey D Sized
Got a pair of J's like two new crack heads
Shoelaces spud loose, bounce on it
table full of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip gettin' high as a
Thrown on the tip of a handle the symphone
Lean some of them on the wall and limp home
Steam mellowin' out of a Enzo
I put the on it
Have a bitch put the couch on it
Take a bitch I put the south on it
Take a ride on the one
You talkin' shit I put the crowd on it
It would be another hate ground
on the seats like country crop
But I fuckin' no country crop
Puts fear in the heart of a cop
Everytime that I get fuckin'
Boy those some nice wheels but you better turn the down
Cause it ain't the big
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
From a fuckin' hick with a stick and midget dealin' with midget and