Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Sauce

off the top
M.A bring hoes out
Redlyfe bring poles out

up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I'm already
Got five voicemails, I just left the
And my bitch, she tripping
Blu rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff drink, I don't wanna think
want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain't going
got time for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I ain't got time for this bitch (I got time for this bitch)
ones like money grow on trees
So when I look all I see is green
Never look for love in the club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs,
up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you you going with that big butt?
water sippin' in that big cup
My Bottle only rolling big blunts
dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one a gun, guy
My hitters shootin' shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one
Do not to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you to
While they making I'm just making hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make no
This is chess, not checkers, the game dude
But I just can't relate that's what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Ruth
She let me hit it out the park I'm Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm though
Bring that Hilfiger and I'm jiggy though
know I'm hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my is with me ho
This her song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when put this on
Oww, that's the thot
OOOUUU, got that hot sauce
My don't talk, they just pop off
If a thot front, she'll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some on
Doin' 95 to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got hot sauce
So NY with these on
And shoutout to the girls who don't sew-ins
Cause it's all about my bitches the wigs on, OOOUUU
You got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a
Fuck around boy and get top knocked off
Hear hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, they pop off
And you this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, I'ma bop, bop on 'em

Yeah we got hot sauce
But you got no hot sauce
the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick that can top off
This the year I really get my guap on
And you the whole game, I got a lock on
Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot
you don't got no hot sauce
Nah, you don't got no hot
You got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot