Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

Take my keys and start it, start it,

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Hold on, a minute, how ya feel lil bitch!
You already know I finna this shit
No go with the Label, what's the deal, lil
Playin' my money, I'mma kill that bitch
I'mma kill that bitch, I'mma it
We all at the funeral suits and ties
get my check and the uvaluv
I an envelope, and yes, I will
get a drop, I got the lil niggas in a bag
Bitch should bag on my bad, my bad, ya bad
Pirex on the tat, pro'lem want on me
I my lil hoe 50 hunnid, hoe
Ya who run it, hoe
all in yo stomach, hoe
Ya know you it, hoe
Uh!
Dick all in the stomach a hollow tip
After she give me that pussy, I gotta dip
Ya know these is hoes is hoes
We got a lotta
Hoe, on the you cd five, not on my colla bend
I'm just chillin' with bitches and they lookin' like 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 pitchin' me and go pitch yo ass a tip
Tinted windows on my web pc, shit like 5%
Damn, see
Get em runnin'!
Runnin' through a check, I fucked up my hand, now a nigga count it
The set up with Forgiato, rubber band
Lil nigga, I it
Wyle-e, I be hard, I swear to God that these niggas ain't bout it
They mad my team winnin', theirs isn't so we got em all potty
I'mma tell ya why they actin' like that, days, errbody want an Oscar
And they not my sons, and if they are, I swear to God put em in foster care
Ya want tv, 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