Luyện nghe bài hát Black Barbies

Mike Made It Nigga
Sremm
Black in the city
Fat ass and pretty
Get dummies for they
You sent flowers but I wish I didn't 'em
All your I wish I didn't believe 'em

boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his
El Chapo but he crazy La Quica
Young girls always lookin' for a
But I shoulda listened to what momma me
Furry moon boots, Dita
Too to give a shit about PETA

Sativa so I'm not blinkin'
What in the was I thinkin'?
New day, new to be made
New for them to imitate
I'm a fukin' barbie
Pretty face, perfect
Pink seats in the
Always fuck him like I'm
Who the fuck is gon' her?
If I really check her
Peter piper a pepper
And my cake is decker

No Flex Zone, No Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Zone

I see these silly flexin', it's a no zone
You be floatin' in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go
Still pull up with my wrist lookin' a snowcone
She she got a hit record, I said "Oooh shit!"
Picked up my phone I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin' of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they ever do shit
Hahaha, get it? it-...hahahahahahaha
Half a on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns get deported
Niggas love me so much they be me gifts
And these clown niggas actin', I'mma send 'em skits
Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em tips
All these is my sons, should be suckin' my tits

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now usually I do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
Usually I'm a Christian but peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but none of Cartoonists
I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest
Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the
And we ain't playin' ball but its some shooters
Are bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid
Go against the your career will be elusive
Where plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her know of me
Young bull living an old geezer
Quick release the cash, it fall slowly
Frat girls still get even
Haters mad for reason
in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the