Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

Uh, was smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' six digits
seven probably poppa
Little nigga so they on him, hassled him
Things when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this rap
fact: you rather wack
While I am like a snappin' crack
So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of
Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree it
The of Wolves and creeps and Crips
Is deep as Dawson's and shit
I pray they got gills either that or grab some
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted
Braggin' tell these faggots to stop
Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw off the bandwagon like

Uh, was always up as shit with it
But I didn't cross the until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I'm stealin' purses rapin' I'm a crooked surgeon
And the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter were servin'
My only is to jerk it cause it has a curve
So hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin'
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' in this bitch

I'm back on my sixty six shit
Flowin' the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black
Fed her acid now the duct tape back at her
Hello Heather yellow now you ain't laughin', huh

Bitch you're barely breathin' on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf team and
Flowin' like the creampie of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the
awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now time to starch the shit
your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random garage and go to park in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the
Hop in the van and then depart the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the faggot have started it