Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm bicycling and recycling
And I'm still eating Gummy vitamins
All my taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
than Williams' middle son, since I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we the drums
All the best are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a Juliet
In the studio with lit and Buddha heads
up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple to the Bible
I ain't got left in my will
'Cept it all in the casket, it's mine still
I some backpack cast raps
a break just to kill the game half-ass
Set some rat traps, to take a cat nap
Woke up, threw the bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your bitch don't my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap it but she like, tell me, "Master, my pipe."
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

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

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Suck my dick before I you with it

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

Suck my before I slap you with it