Luyện nghe bài hát Ms

1]
What's this I see?, niggas tryna act G's
Got A$AP, got with me
It's a new day, no Black Peas
that shit, mhm mhm, yeah, that's that shit
(You ain't got no in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better flash that
drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the
Flacko makes of the flico
She knows, went to ATL for my
'Member, I ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a home
Back when I was rockin' (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin' off at least three phones
Me and Yams the plan
Then I myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became
I'd to thank myself because I made myself the man
It's lately I ain't myself
I'd rather myself before I play myself
I her, "throw on the dress with the pinstripes"
Know the one fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that
like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do shit
But my is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of
and girls, perpetual
Sippin' slow, throwed
Comma, I'm about
Chill and get
I'm surprised that we it
Young niggas the sky's the limit
All I wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get
Shit, I'm surprised that we it
stress overrated
All I wanna do is chill and get shaded

I wanna see you it all off
And she just wanna it harder
And we just end up longer
Can't with them diamonds though, them diamonds

Talkin' M's
Talkin' M's, nigga, M's
Make 'em about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, bout M's
Nigga, talkin' M's
Nigga, talkin' M's
Make 'em about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
Talkin' M's

2]
It's like lately all I seem to about is M's, nigga
Talkin' M's
See the same thing all up in my account
M's, nigga, 'bout M's
And my YouTube account say the same
M's, nigga, talkin' M's
Finna go in, go ham Em
Flacko do him, tell them worry 'bout
But I don't even trip
Bruh bruh, yeah I'm really with the shits
My my, I get hypnotized when them go by
Those tits, thighs (right)
You that mhm, mhm, yeah, do that shit
Do it like you got a point to prove to any
Any dudes that you bitch
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