Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

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

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

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

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