Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got bitches brewin'
Fuckin' up my gold

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

2]
Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet
Crawls right the crack of your ass
Booty snack, back that ass up
Until you come back up and lick my up
I'm Tyler the Creator, with thrashers and skaters
I do sound like Darth
But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your
I think you and friends
Should with me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this
In your gold pot addin' sauce because

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my pots
And there's wet pussy on my face shake ass
And make vibrations stop