Luyện nghe bài hát Bowties

[Verse 1:

I'm in the black chevrolet with no
Got on this bitch like a school bus
Hop on in
you for a ride with a loaded ruger
So cold that I need a coat rag
Look you only need two puffs
That's crystal meth Billy smokin' hoopla
All around the I blow cash
That ain't leather nubuck
You ain't ballin' ruthless
You ain't up on a new truck
I'm all about the fuck no jag
I got bitch on four's like two plus
Two and this bitch is up
Treat MC's like a new
Yeah bitch I'm
Five go tell yo' pap' that his said howdy
You want to it rain but would I, I doubt it
These are bad weather, always cloudy
I'm a kill these bitches dig these and
Rocks up out this chevy trunk before you and lost
Cause we peelin' off in that red with bowties

(Oh, oh!) me and that chevrolet (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) with a motherfuckin' (Bowties)
(Oh, oh!) you don't to see that pistol wave (Bowties)
(Oh!) Me and that box running up and smooth (Bowties)

2: Rittz]

All black Chevy I'm a take it to the car
Shouldn't drink and drive but I got some at my condo
Blonde ho, with me to fuck no time for convo'
Want it because I let her hit the chronic and the
Long stroke, I'm a the wheel like a golf pro
Hit it from the she look behind and saw my charm glow
I took a picture of her pussy for affective
So she got the steppin' like she me through the mind boat
Back my seat my speakers beatin' like a bongo
Bumpin' Box Chevy me and 'Wolf a perfect
Anyone want it with us can get it they beggin' for
Like Miley Cyrus when she let her tongue show, dumb though
Why you us when you done gone broke
Rap's killing shit like Dillon did in Gunsmoke
I'm just fired up while you gettin' up like a ancho
Chilling but really still like I'm on my grind though
So I'm creepin' like a rhino, coming off the
Northside Atlanta and I got it, want to get a
Servin' out my window like a burger a drink, it's ten
Use a pad now they fucked it up and let me in
Leather interior until they get another
Of my shoes, hit the inside my Chevy then
Hit the gas the moon we will never land
Ain't nobody fuckin' with Slumerican put on my Chevy

[Verse 3:
Walk to the like fuck you
me that Mickey D Super Sized
Got a fresh pair of J's two new crack heads
like spud loose, bounce on it
Coffee table of shake and they breakin' up an ounce on it
Tweakers on the hip high as a brimstone
Thrown on the tip of a ball handle the
Lean some of them lean on the and limp home
mellowin' out of a Chevy Enzo
I put the on it
a seat bitch put the couch on it
Take a bitch I put the south on it
Take a on the one I-89
You shit I might put the crowd on it
It would be another Yelawolf ground
on the seats like country crop
But I ain't no country crop
fear in the heart of a country cop
Everytime I get fuckin' stopped
Boy those some nice wheels but you turn the music down
it ain't the big city
Ran off the law nothin' but a ticket
From a fuckin' hick with a stick and dealin' with midget and bowtie