Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

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

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

I'm back on my sixty six shit
like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, in the back of a black Acura
Fed her acid now the duct quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you laughin', huh

Bitch barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of your
eat the bitch with 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 the shit
awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's
Ironin' you niggas now time to starch the shit
Drown your in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to in it
Find Earl on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, unleaded 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 shouldn't have started it