Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

If was a game
I already that I would come out winner
And I'm not braggin', be in her
But this bitch really think I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
My good, I got a good cut like splinter
and hot such a black bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and it up like a blender
But I don't give a fuck and keep her like Schindler
She's but her forehead's big
Got stretch like she got four kids
Her legs can't close the four door hinge Bronco
That O.J. the white hos with
A wealthy white without the facelift
her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don't know is
I'm a muthafuckin' sellout and a

Baby, an angel
How 'bout we turn into a fable of some sort?
You know you're dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of
I you in the trunk, drunk
Cause all I really wanna do is and snort blow

If this was a
I would be considered a muthafuckin'
And I ain't gas you up like Chevron
But I'm high as fuck bitch, you need to get on my leverage
Now in the cabin, in the middle of uhh
Tryna find ways to stuff you in my cabinet
Dreamy little bastard, I ran outta luck so now
It's time for a bloody foot you rabbit
You're very attractive, and that
My hat is always the of cactus
And I hang with wolves cause I'm an Bastard
Pictures of you on my no glue, no tape but just cum plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my
Ended at panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you stairs, I took a nap up on the couch
If you wanted a date, come
Now you gotta make it for me don't run
You call this shit kids, I call these kids cum
And you call this shit but I think that rape's fun
Wait now it's about eight
It's and you stuck in my base-one
Come downstairs with nothin' but a string
Yeah this date's done

Baby, you're an
How 'bout we turn this into a of some sort?
You know you're dead
cause your lipstick is red, of course
I you in the trunk, drunk
all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

I like my how I like my drugs, white
Lord, you're so pretty, in my arms
I just got one request, breathin'