Luyện nghe bài hát A Kiss

I wanna get a kiss, kiss, x4

[Verse 1: da 5'9"]
nickle nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind, like man
Chopper's brand, head in the car park, new Gallardo
bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a out, I'm the new Tae-bo,
Bout to cross over, I'm the new
Bout to saves a couple of these that's right, I'm the new Bible
You? You 5.0, me? I'm all to punishments, but I'm too fly though
niggas be whinin', I should call you Moscato

Look at the floorboard
It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto in my Tahoe
Never what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let
Last night at 5AM, and she even recover from last Friday yet
Hoes all the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret
I already ran over two hoes and I ain't get out the fucking way yet
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what
Get in girl, don't shorty
Your, fightin' an unwinable war, it's useless, tits on a boar, little tits on a
Got a mack and it's screaming like kids throwing fits on the floor
Get in the whip but you turning, a frog into a prince
you keep tryna convincing me for?

[Verse 2:
Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can't be
You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I'm a so you know
I'm always on the go, I ain't got no time to down for no relation shit
Drop the P and add a T, yeah, you can get mad at me all you
But I'm ghost before you can even say boo, hon' let alone me one
A one-night stand is all he wants a female fan, yeah a one-night stand
And he's so about a one-night that his bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand
Get the hint? Ooh boo, ew!
I ain't finna but why do you think they call it boo?
Yeah, cause the sound of it's to scare you

da 5'9":]
oh ho, we can share you in the of the McLaren
I don't give a fuck your name is, we gon' call you hot and bi
you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon
Slow the flow down so I can Tell you same face i make
When I'm shooting the guns the same face that I make I fuck
From the back of your neck my hand your face against the sheets it's insane
You been changed, cause I'm outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick
I'm at an all-time high with highness, I'm at an all-time fly with
And this is exactly what they say when they bow to highness

[Verse 3: da 5'9"]
nickle nina Twitter beefing, rapper that shot a fan
(Push ya chick out the car while it's moving Waka's man)
Her dark, but her top is tan, her private parts
Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa's
(Come on stripper, let's hit the strip 180 and drop the
I'm in the like look at this bitch dance)
Looking at this girl, like you wearing girl, quit playing
(You wearing them scratch and sniff pants? let me scratch 'em)
Let me sniff, yeah (What?) Did I say
I'm on lean like Styrofoam and kickstands

Middle finger stuck on fuck, pants
But girl you got a butt no if ands, so yeah what the hell, maybe
All hail, Shady, he'll it like it is
So Katy Perry he's on her tail, he's tailgating
These bells are my mating and I'm here, bell's waiting and tell Lady
Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she's still a male
Wouldn't fuck her with her dick you heard it, the verdict's in, he's allergic to
he'll take meat cleavers 'em, him don't give a about Beiber doin
What a demon, a behemoth, evil seems to be seething through him

da 5'9":]
I like this lil strip tease you this evening you and me gon' find
Three chickadees and have a menage like Nikki
You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit it, sweating
Suck my dick, we gets to steppin to my logic

My god trick, my is as hard and thick as a yardstick
What we gonna do? around 'til we're carsick
I'm gonna put this shit in park like dog shit
And you can blow me in the dark in the lot
Out of the trailer park by the
What you waiting on? Me to out the carpet?
The are in the glove compartment, let's start it
Think I'm What, am I sitting here
Tryna fake farts with my armpits?
Tryna get you to spit pot your nose?
Am I here to you? Stop it

da 5'9":]
I'm in your pocket of a church
The other hands for the bottom of your purse
You me head in a boxing stance
My so big you could drop it in dirt
I'm not your man, we're partners
There's things you are in charge of, that's
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a
Sucking a dick, sucking a

If you ain't sucking a dick, why you sitting
With puckered lips? collagen, mothafucking bitch
you mean how'd you, get suckered into this
You gon' jump into my truck and then try to get
(You be suffering, you should be cooking
You should be buckling your seatbelt with mitts)
Excuse me I'm making an ass of myself
But it's only cause I wanna get...