Luyện nghe bài hát All Due Respect [Explicit]

This we iller than a nun in a cumshot
double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe Niggas
On the of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac
beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino new Jules and Vincent
marijuana smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of infants
On "Ah hah look what I did" shit
And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a in a pig
And Rin Tin Tin, ah hah hah look I did again
We the hooligans of school again
Sayin be a fool never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the that
The teachers say ain't shit and in the of discipline
We the goddamn for ritalin
In the back of the class, and fidgetin'
wrong we never got along
We laughed at the kids that was participants
Bad boy walk right past church the work in a bag and a bible of Gideon
Got suspended for bullyin' a
When I go to class I'ma punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his again

you get no respect

I don't flirt greatness I wifed it in Vegas
The shits all paid for I signed the
Used to date but then I made her my bitch
Bought us a place on a lake some acreage
And Mike's my neighbor straight from
Any get slayed and stay killed
On land, Mike fill the safe up
We call when the fam get paid a thrill
Bad News hug beats then creep off
You a rape van
Ray-Bans
We do
You do
You don't clap
You's a
Run the J's we don't run so it's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of
I sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Close the they got drones and mines we so close to the lie I could almost die
I got no left but to save my mind
They got more dug In the earth, oh my
The get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the
Friday, late on the car tryna do taxes
my house it's high or the highway
High or the

Cause you get no

I'm a thrill killer, I test you
Just like daddy fuckin' you
It's all your fault lonely
a burden, she needs rescue

Hey buddy, where's your mommy?
Call me stepdad or Uncle
a dollar don't follow behind me
I go bang out mom and auntie

I hunt lions, tigers, vaginas
where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and us
Fuck your but first run the diamonds
From the jungle (the jungle) the (the brothers)
Can't relate to first world struggles
You want safety, and cuddles
IED's leave bloody puddles

Woke up in
out America
Case of
got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pitbull
And a note my dad said I hope God carry ya
Fought one or two while I made It to the shores
Y'know back to the home of a in Georgia
To as a king, Michael the benevolent
Gold draped ridin' on the of an elephant

you get no respect