Luyện nghe bài hát Midas Touch (Rihanna Reference)

Ayy,
That new shit
new Rihanna shit

That new Rihanna shit
Bitches in the back don't like me though,
I know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them bitches would me though, why?

1]
I they know that I'll cut a bitch
Boy, I'm already paid, getting money for the of it
I'm on other shit
So if you fly, what am I, do that make me the
Beat me up ho, they see a nigga down
his crown, we be up doe, yeah we be up ho!
Now hit the ground, bow down to the
God

That new Rihanna shit
Bitches in the back don't me though, why?
I don't know, they wanna be just me though, why?
I bet you none of them would fight me though, why?

2]
I guess they know that cut a ho
I cleaned up good but I'm still out to get her though
Don't forget this
You gotta Then meet me outside if you with the shit
I've seen the players sit
A couple racks gone just to see 'Bron hit the layup,
I be on some shit
But bitch, I'm way past rich
God

That new shit bump
Bitches in the back don't like me though,
I don't know, they wanna be like me though, why?
I bet you none of them bitches would fight me though,

I they know
Heard she though, feel no ways
I ain't fuck that bitch, no way
Said that to my face, no way
Bet we down the place, no way
Bitches on me, no way
They ain't fucking me, no way
of fame, it ain't cheap, no way
I don't the receipt, no way

3]
Cole World, used to off his dick
I sold out the Garden, I play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out
A nigga getting cream like an Laker
But I ain't come to about all that paper
That's what they talk when they ain't got shit to say
understand why niggas never got shit to do
You know they same shit, nigga, different day
I felt that, no way
Cuz on the same day a nigga doing different
Spit different flows, hit different
Let my Brixton hoes feed me n' chips
Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the that's it
Got doors, I just slit my wrists
Never sent you to the hoes, word to and Chris
If I six bitches I got six assists

That new shit bump
Bitches in the don't like me though, why?
I don't know, they wanna be like me though, why?
I bet you none of bitches would fight me though, why?

I guess they
Heard she though, feel no ways
I ain't with that bitch, no way
that shit to my face, no way
Bet we down the place, no way
stuntin' on me, no way
They ain't with me, no way
Price of fame, it cheap, no way
I don't the receipt, no way

new Rihanna shit bump
That new shit bump