Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

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

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

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the
While I fill you up with from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of your
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and it
And dip her in gold molds and flossed the shit
awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's to starch the shit
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and a shark in it
Find a abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, my knife out, sharpen it
him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and the shit
Hop in the van and then depart the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't started it