Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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Trap Lord in my belly, my nigga Really
Elijah smoking smelly, ménage is in the telly
Blind bitch Shelly, dick under her belly
I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was Margiela
I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that
Might be in there sailing, that Beijing
Ten in my pocket, for no reason I got it
Fuck and hit Sin City, tell that bitch to pop it
What's up with you and Purrp? I ain't into all of that
He brought the into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it
All I is A$AP riding in them Maybachs
40. cal, we spray that, when AK you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope - oh, Lord, that Lord
Why they you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my gold
My dirty niggas tote nine, but we talk rhyme
I tell 'em up

All I is that Trap Lord, that Hood Pope
All I know is that Trap Lord, but a rap Lord to my casket
All I know is that fast smoking that good smoke
Model bitch who from Brazil, she it on her culo
Riding 'round the feeling like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie
Riding 'round the feeling like P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

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No reply when you call Lord, mama cry her throat soar
Liechtenstein when I drunk [?] you was dying in this war
Body left near the staircase courtesy of the mob
Don't mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that
Shooked up that toe star, ask questions like Nardwuar
Like can you feel your legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk
Persian bitch coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft
I fucked that with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
Puff-puff when the semi huff, nigga gonna pop
when you see me duck, niggas really want
Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly
And I click like Donkey Kong I hit this long
run when you see the mob, you be seeing God
Hear the drum when my niggas march, you gon' see
You the son of a nigga, you daddy a broad
You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing