Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got these bitches
up my gold pots

1]
You like my songs, I like your
But down, I don't really like you bitch
You got a nice tongue and you wear a thong
But bitch you dumb as fuck to right 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 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 suck
You dropped outta college, you pay shit
But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same
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 gonna make this fish because

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold
And there's wet pussy on my face shake ass
And don't make stop