Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

Mister

Real shit, fuck niggas
Truth be told, I don't fuck them
Money my
Hating is a
Say she never did, well she finna
I got plenty hoes, all of them
Pick and choose nigga, all of them
had shit, now my money burn
Ever made a Well you finna learn

1]
Heard you mad
Wish I'm bad
I bought a Benz
Talking paper
Leave your girl
I bet I'm fucking
She coming me
why you really mad
Get that ass that Jeep
Bet all she freaky
You be crazy hoe
No out of me
She give me free
to be fucking me
I slide rubber on
Just it's going deep
Beat pussy down
Keep repeating
I on the mound
that pussy out
That's what I do
Bitch I'm on the
a rock
Pineapple
Now coco low
I am no Joe
You niggas a joke
See me I'm dough
That's all I do, and all I fucking know
I hear haters mad
One thing that you should

2]
So it up a notch
out the box
Candy drop
Bouncing my knots
Boy this fly
six a tie
Broward boy
and see me now
I might buy a house, with a fucking
a bitch for fun
That's what I do
them bring the hate
I buy a coupe
Now why you Because I'm stunting and you never do
Get money lame
I can show you
Big nigga
Fifty rings
Holy molly
Catch the Holy
Mister
Tell it's time to go
Now that's gutter shit
I'm on some shit
Hood boy
That's who you with
So put hate away
I'm about paid
And if he say he not
I bet nigga gay