Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

Uh, was smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was missin' like six digits
Lucky seven probably
nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things when I hassled back, so
David hit the with this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin'
So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of
Matter fact I am Farmer John cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder sniffle season
Simple genius, go and spit bits of semen
So the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
The of Wolves and creeps and Crips
Is deep as Creek and shit
I pray they got gills either that or grab some
I I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
Braggin' tell these faggots to naggin'
Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the like

Uh, was always fucked up as shit it
But I cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the
I preach to at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the turban
I drive through white in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off Bourbon
I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked
And treat the beat like sanitized pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to it cause it has a curve
So bitches hate to do me like it's community service
This my Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this

I'm back on my six sick shit
like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black
Fed her acid now the duct quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you laughin', huh

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the
While I fill you up with from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of daughter
Oughta eat the with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and the shit
Fuckin' spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's
Ironin' you niggas now it's to starch the shit
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, it
him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the
Hop back in the van and then the bitch
him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it