Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

It's the 5-9 taper fade, sideline game
High time save a page, they already the name
Doms in bitch I mean it's real sh*t taking place
Money still the motive and I'm it like Flava Flav
(Hodgy Beats)
Let me my scarf off.
Five, four, three, two, one bitch.
bout to barf logs, I be spitting fire campin makin s'mores
My flow be trampling like you whores, I'm suicidal, the door.
I'm and, if, but and or.
(Domo)
Bitch the fuck is you talking bout if you ain't gettin no money huh?
Broke is talking loud I swear you n*ggas is funny bruh.
We the fuck is up 2012, clutch as fuck.
lifestyle, slow me down, double cup.
(Hodgy)
Old school visions, ambidextrous
I switch hands five o' clock, when your bitch by six.
She will be better than the next n*gga, this man
Pockets swell up like a gland killing your whole ambition
Bitch.
(Domo)
My hat says high cause exactly how I feel bitch,
All I need is green and gold on my real bitch,
Watch me get it n*gga, sell it real quick
Hodgy the master plan and Domo hit the kill switch.
(Hodgy)
I'm fellow guy peddle by reppin' MellowHigh
never settles, why? Too busy in the meadows high.
Out to dena, I'm fresh I'm out the cleaners.
like an angry beaver, I'm nuts like my fucking t-shirt.
Get it?
(Domo)
A phantom you never hand a random eating cannibal
She refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals.
Handsome dude she wanna be with by camera crews
I let her snooze and dream cause none of wishes tangible.
(Hodgy)
I'm like a Benjamin, it's all about the Benjamins
That's why people acknowledge me and I ain't even friends them.
Call a ho stall a ho, I'm also dope across the rope
Catch my fate, I bang grenades and beat your face til it's off throat.
(Domo)
shut the fuck up let me put this shit to sleep.
The he speak got him all ansty like his Christmas week.
me, riding with several bitches with slim physiques.
And I'm tryna see lights, camera, action Mr. Cheeks.
(Hodgy)
Army fatigue, Bape boxes for the
No ghetto barrettes and down to the sleeve, for the fees
If she'll be petite know how to roll up my weed
Her doing's the deed and she don't really need shit.
(Domo)
They asking Domo "Where you been?" feel they got ditched.
Just look for the influence, I be under bitch and
It's a headlock when it come to that
You ain't never met a motherfucker done in sick.
(Hodgy)
I'm the thing yet the I'm the best thing next
I bet I'll mess with presets and jet around all vets.
That don't know how to let go; this game is filled a bunch of grey hair
dead souls. 90 retro, Ho.
(Domo)
Hey y'all get out of the way cause i'm AWOL
Bitch lay off the gas they giving your head tank dog,
Thinking you better than me will get you taked off,
You either gotta win or go home, it's the playoffs.
(Hodgy)
More luxurious a throwback with no low Jack no driver but it got doormats,
to sixty in like 4 flat; you know any nigga that own that?
I stuntin I'm a youngin, me and my n*ggas we be thuggin
At our shows that we be groupie loving and we buzzin.
(Domo)
So meet me in the trap; it's down.
leaning like the jaw of Bobby Brown.
(Hodgy)
Cops me for a DUI prohibition
We don't need you motherfuckers to and listen.
Golf Bitch.