Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Rappers In Love

And my is Larry

There's so many in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

Listen up
This is one o, to all these niggas
On the radio simpin' to these
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G
Talkin' all the soft shit just to a Biz-Nitch

And some of all is
And know the gangsta
It's like this, a bitch
And the G code

We used to sell raw and give toe tag
Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers white flags
But me I it gutter, just like before
warrior so I stay prepared for war

Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a
if you got it
Her you, you fuckin' her
Gettin' freaky and

But if it ruff, it ain't me
And I refuse to R-A-P, in R and B
You went from to pop
to be on top
I Cool J his props and thats where it stops
Gang Nigga

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so fake ass thugs
On the

There's so rappers in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

The pussy gets
Real ain't simpin', oh no
I'm sick of niggas, trick
my radio in a ditch, nigga
'Cause all I hear is niggas

ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters
Wit bull shit messages and ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all needa it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the back of her and take the cock

Hoe up, I'm bout to load the fuck up
And if I another nigga in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit bitch men
I'mma fuck you snuff up

Soft get the gay channel
When I an R and B thug off his mothafuckin' piano
DJ's to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckas pussys

There's so many rappers in
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

so many rappers in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

You used to be
What the fuck you lookin' for nigga
on the golf course
Wit yo golf rappers
Get off drugs, xtasy is niggas into soft thugs

Wit all promises, showin' straight
Bitches yo mama live
I know what it is
I'm the game lord, here to you
For to every bitch that your runnin' to

show every hoe how fly you are
You's a mothafuckin' if you buy the bar
I'm two drinks, fuck you skanks
Both of 'em mine, chu think

I full of liquor, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk nigga, up wit her
yo shit, like it's her shit
Under the surface, you like her
Make a sick to his stomach

There's so rappers in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

There's so many rappers in
On the
There's so fake ass thugs
On the

Hey baby, I to be a gangster rapper
But now, I like flowers
I love birds in the park
I love takin' long walks in the

I love you
I watchin' yo kids
I love, I love poetry
I you