Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches

(Domo Genesis)

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