Luyện nghe bài hát Favorite Rapper

Yeah.. yeah.. aight?Motherfuckers!
Bitch-ass niggaz,
through nigga... YO!

I creep on the tippy-toe, the enemy

And ain't nobody safe you bulletproof E'RYTHING

Clappin at your baby, includin your
Don't be of these slugs, they get you closer to God

I'm a terror, my pops planted the seed
When I wild, don't be mad at me, should him
War with start of your end

Beef these faggot-ass rappers started the trend
P?That's my grimy for life, don't fuck him
And if get back to me, I'm buckin you
Know it's on me hammers to the hand just like glue

Shorty thought she knew me so I had to her
Like O.G.'s smokin them trees of bamboo
I'm a Gemini bitch, that mean I flip the weather
I don't know how you talk to them other cats, but I ain't
(Nah!)Put it in your mouth

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[H] Clap your favorite rapper, gives a
Gimme a minute I'll that ass, whassup?
[P] It's like drugs cause we it back, get it back
like ki's how we get it back, it's a explosion

Yeah that's right, that's right, that's
Know we done struck a jackpot Dunn, a wrap from now on
Just keep servin these portions of that raw

And sit back and countin cash, we gettin off
Knick-knack, paddy-wack, give a dawg
I won't stop 'til I can match my car my clothes

And ery'day of the week, I'm switchin up
Spend ery'day my peeps, half in the vultures

Peace to Imeek, he holdin down the corporates
.. eatin like a Hogg
Clik-clik-BAOW!Don't have me my gun at y'all
Don't have me cuttin niggaz down the sniper
You had me kill some'n, I'm tryin bundles

of that scratch, the thou's to the
Paper that our generation gon' feel
Cause fuck with our money, we set it like the Bush family
You gettin your money?Yeah do that for real