Luyện nghe bài hát Black Bottles

Black and the gold chains
Want the or the whole thing?
You goin' hard or you're goin'
You goin' gold or you 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 for the styrofoam
My right hand keep this
I gave my shone a student
That mouth made the honor roll
It's a cold world, no love
to do work, nigga, no gloves
Just got me 2 from ol' boy
I look out for ol' boy
Belaire, my
I ate your out on the dinner table

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

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

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

32 of gold, Karl Malone
at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones
Lately lot of you been rockin' rhinestones
'bout you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone
Takin' a trip to go pick up that pack and we pull up in (pullin' up)
Walkin' around with that sack, no 6, walking with a 50
It's gang, QC the label
fuck better get with it
After my show, I'm on top of your ho, nigga autographin' bitches
Travelin' the globe
I was not to sell my soul
For the price of fame and fold
Had to jump behind the
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 goin' home?
You gold or you ridin' chrome?

Drug deala, keep the 9 milla
You just like "Thriller", thinkin' about buyin' a buildin'
Finessin' the plug for the
I him over, no dribble
Rose after the day I had a court date
Tried to fuck lil mama, I really like no foreplay
Talkin' all that shit, put a price all on your toupee
I hit him in the mouth, he thought he had a damn
of you niggas are too fake
They watchin' a nigga like
You talkin' 'bout that blow but you be from in the kitchen
Whippin' up Alicia
You say you got the big money, but really your money is sesame seeds
I got bitch named Valerie, she bring me bricks from Sicily
My is flooded and my double cup is mudded
The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I a million

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

Black bottles and the gold
Wearin' gold the cocaine
Boil in the crockpot
'Nother dealer on the car lot