Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got these bitches
Fuckin' up my pots

1]
You my songs, I like your tits
But deep down, I don't really like you
You got a tongue and you wear a nice thong
But bitch you dumb as fuck to right 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 could be a stab for knife
I'm seventeen, twenty-six
You're a slut and you can't suck dick
You outta college, you can't pay shit
But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same
Where's my inhaler? I I'm gonna 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 gonna make this fish stew because

2]
Bitch shake ass, shake it until the wet sweat
Crawls down 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, 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 me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make stew
In gold pot addin' extra sauce because

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