Luyện nghe bài hát Couch

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

Uh, was fucked up as shit with it
But I didn't the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Mervin
Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the
I preach to at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the turban
I drive white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon 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' while I'm masturbatin' and
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy they were servin'
My purpose 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 like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch

I'm back on my sixty six sick
Flowin' the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a Acura
Fed her acid now the tape quacks 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 with salt and it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and the shit
awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the
your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a abandoned garage and go to park in it
Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a on it, pour unleaded 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 shouldn't started it