Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got these bitches
Fuckin' up my gold

1]
You like my songs, I your tits
But deep down, I don't really like you
You got a nice and you wear a nice thong
But you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
(Left) on my bed, but Simon's red
Now Simon says get the out my life
Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this
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 can't pay
But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same
my inhaler? I think 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 this fish stew because

2]
Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet
Crawls right down the crack of ass
Booty meets snack, that ass up
Until you come back up and my sack up
I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and
I do sound Darth Vader
But that's not me from eatin' your muffin
I think you and your
Should come with me to get your tossed
Cause I make this stew
In your gold pot addin' sauce because

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