Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

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

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

I'm back on my sixty six shit
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit
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 tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather feathers now you ain't laughin', huh

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