Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm still and recycling
And I'm still eating Gummy vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin, nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' middle son, I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, crack the 40 I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the
All the rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that a widow Juliet
In the with candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, take Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while
God shit, 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible
I ain't got nothing left in my
'Cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine
I need some backpack raps
a break just to kill the game half-ass
Set some rat traps, to take a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap it but she like, me, "Master, feed my pipe."
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the type

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Suck my dick before I you with it

Still fucking with these hoes,
Ozo on these doppelgänger
Take a bitch to Soho for some
her she gone blow it, Romo
And now I'm out in Cali like
Young boy, but I'm chilling some grown folk
No joke, dope, you just bowl smoke
How much coke you got to to make a boat float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til tell me "No more."
I'm a difficult ropes course
Pulling up to on a chrome gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? flow's warshed
I ain't the street but I grow you from the porch
I been had hoes, I sports
Her ass out the bottom of her

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick before I you with it

Black James Bond in a shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a to a dream
Flashy as high beams, on good weed
Something from kush seeds, the strand to smoke for us OGs
I'm car service, no car keys
First class flight, 'bout to land on a new
She me and swallowed every homie I came with
MCM bag and nigga, bet some in it
200 dollars of Backwoods, we all living
Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is
I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my sack
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a
Faggot-ass judge on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50
Gone name my next tour March
Make a nun it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts her cross, boss
Figg

Suck my dick before I slap you it