Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Trash

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Do you it? part two, part two

Why you always askin' me why I talk like
What, you think you betta, nigga, 'cause pockets are fat?
Excuse me? but I the one that you meant?
You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up whip
You me and I don't think I have to explain
You that same crotty nigga that fucked bitch in my range
It was the same, life, it was talked up a good
Between money and that pussy that she claim to fame

Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap
It was you who made me put my hands on thighs
Never ever was the one that that girl on your rover
You forgot your baby cousin humped that on your rover
It's timbaland, baby, I don't get down like
try to explain, get yo ass to the back
Never ever the man that put you on his team
Now dove, get the keys to your beem'

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Why you big trash to me?

'cause you always games, timothy

Why you tryin' to make me mad,

'cause you always games, timothy

Why you talkin' big to me?

'cause you always playin' games,

Why you tryin' to make me mad,

Because you playin' games with bassy

I done met many that act like you
Think because spend some money that I'm ready to screw
Instead of talkin' me up around the 1st and the 5th'
'cause you rot in a crumbed out six, you think I'm
Got numerous that be rottin' my shit
And the last thing I need is a nigga for
I stay dibbed and forever spend the on gucci
Fuck the money and diamonds nigga, I'm still shinin'

Look at you, girl, trash
Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show ass
Don't try to get on my track and
You my queen, my mistress, my jackie
Why you to start trouble in my can?
Now hot and angry and I'm getting
Keep on me the cold shoulder
Now I got to get the to the roller
You

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It was all for the paper, right, all for the love
Only wanted most what ghetto dream of
I need the hummers and the yachts, don p on the
Cardierre wrist with the shivel on top
you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace me
Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was (know you was crazy)
Tried to play me but your game's a lazy
'cause I hooked up and got your man, nigga scrammed

Girl, what you know cardi and wrist wear?
When you even wear vic's underwear
Think you start talkin' shit
Remember, I'm the man with the and whips
I ain't tryin' to beg, but a like those speedos
I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my
I keep tellin' you is me you talkin' to
Talkin' won't get you nowhere, baby boo

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