Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bottles

Black bottles and the gold
Want the or the whole thing?
You goin' hard or you're home?
You goin' or you ridin' chrome?

Pussy wanna see you dead
'Cause them pussy never see the bread
bottles and the gold chains
Ho swallowin' my whole (Rozay)
I got some that'll slide for me
In other words, niggas to die for me
Left hand for the
My hand keep this Calico
I gave my shone a student
That mouth made the honor roll
It's a world, meanin' no love
Down to do work, nigga, no
Just got me 2 birds ol' boy
I always out for ol' boy
Belaire, my
I ate your bitch out on the table

bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the thing?
You hard or you're goin' home?
You goin' gold or you chrome?

Migos! Walkin' out the bando a 4-5
My mama told me get and stay alive (mama!)
I make the deal, I think he wearing a wire
Pitching hard ball and they hit it, call 'em McGwire
I'm up with Pele Migo, that's my ese
He ain't ever a private jet, but work on runways
My wrist the magic, Quavo Hardaway
3,000 birds in the air, I call it
I was nothin', into somethin', these bitches want me
I from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries
Pull up in the foreign, that's the trunk the motor be
Bottles in VIP, bring out the camera, Spike Lee

Black bottles and the gold
Want the half or the thing?
You hard or you're goin' home?
You gold or you ridin' chrome?

32 of gold, Karl Malone
at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones
Lately lot of you been rockin' rhinestones
Talkin' 'bout you on the block, Culkin, home alone
Takin' a to go pick up that pack and we pull up in Bentleys (pullin' up)
Walkin' around with that sack, no 6, nigga walking a 50
It's gang, QC the label
fuck niggas get with it
After my show, I'm on top of your ho, nigga autographin' titties
Travelin' the globe
I was not to sell my soul
For the of fame and never fold
Had to behind the internet
A takin' chains, Debo
24k on my toes, my Maison Margiela's, rose gold
and dabbin', I trap in the rain, sleet, or snow

Black and the gold chains
Want the or the whole thing?
You goin' hard or you're home?
You goin' gold or you ridin'

deala, gotta keep the 9 milla
You scary like "Thriller", thinkin' about buyin' a buildin'
Finessin' the for the work
I him over, no dribble
Sippin' Rose after the day I had a court
Tried to fuck lil mama, I don't really no foreplay
Talkin' all that shit, I'll put a price all on your
I hit him in the mouth, he thought he had a toothache
Both of you are too fake
They a nigga like Blu-Ray
You talkin' 'bout that blow but you be from in the kitchen
up Alicia Keys
You say that you got the big money, but really money is sesame seeds
I got this bitch named Valerie, she bring me from Sicily
My neck is flooded and my cup is mudded
The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made a

Black bottles and the chains
Want the half or the whole
You hard or you're goin' home?
You goin' gold or you chrome?

Black and the gold chains
Wearin' gold from the
Boil kilo in the
drug dealer on the car lot