Luyện nghe bài hát Rella

I this flow

is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't it
I text message, messages to estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then she than my leather vans
I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency
Put body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she Hershey's but me I'm extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic
The love is lost and the they cost, in the studio mixing raw
Bitchs shit in my draws like you in my draws, nigga my dick's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the
Cause a swagga like turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my
African drugs for when the champ

watch nigga, kill yourself
Opposition who? Nigga reveal
How you steal our swag and you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creeping in this bitch, you couldn't the stealth
are prowling, hunger at it's fucking best
I'm a beast the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I'm going off I need some bread
are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head
Excuse the swag, I'm tryna tone it down Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the dead
Oh shit, yo bitch, look at how I'm you
Bitches on my but look at me I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so You niggas are so unusual
Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the like hula hoops

The fortress is (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording
I be surely high and I don't need wings to fly
I'm in the air with the pigs, Brain, Domo Genesis

Knock-knock, who's
It's me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting my dick (What?)
I killed pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)
Nigga don't believe me, kiss lady
And boy, gonna get them heebie jeebies?
Nigga my dick stay way disease-y, I it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, you ain't got no fuckin'
in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney
See these talkin' all that shit (What?)
I'm tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around dykes
I'm, out this bitch hocus pocus
And me and Lucas got a of pickles
And met up with bitches, 'em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of
Now my dick's longer than a 5 door
Harder than a soft hook from kimbo on PCP and cilantro
I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"
Now she think I'm 'bout to eat her
and lada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product but not I'm just fuckin' awesome
Yo mama look a ugly, loser