Luyện nghe bài hát Black Barbies

Mike Made It Nigga
Life
Black in the city
Fat ass and titties
Get dummies for money
You sent flowers but I wish I receive 'em
All your lies I I didn't believe 'em

That boy is a real pussy
All that fetty but he met Masika
Tuck the 22 in his sneaker
El but he crazy like La Quica
Young always lookin' for a soulmate
But I listened to what momma told me
moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit PETA

Sativa so I'm not blinkin'
in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be
New things for them to
I'm a fukin' barbie
face, perfect body
Pink seats in the
Always fuck him I'm sorry
Who the fuck is gon' protect
If I gotta check her
Peter piper picked a
And my cake is triple

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

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

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

Now I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
I'm a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my draw but none of them Cartoonists
I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest
Usually I'm the flyest, you're the stewardess
And we ain't playin' ball but usually its shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't
Go the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

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