Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got these brewin'
Fuckin' up my pots

1]
You my songs, I like your tits
But down, I don't really like you bitch
You got a nice tongue and you wear a thong
But you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
(Left) on my bed, but Simon's red
Now Simon get the fuck out my life
Cause not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night
And you could be a stab for knife
I'm seventeen, twenty-six
You're a divorced slut and you suck dick
You dropped outta college, you can't pay
But I'm broke as too bitch, we on the same boat
Where's my inhaler? I I'm gonna puke
Cause I can't believe I my virginity to you
Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
But I guess I'm just gonna make this stew because

2]
Bitch shake your ass, shake it the wet sweat
right down the crack of your ass
Booty snack, back that ass up
you come back up and lick my sack up
I'm the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters
I do like Darth Vader
But that's not me from eatin' your muffin
I think you and your
Should with me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce

I got bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots
And wet pussy on my face shake that ass
And don't vibrations stop