Luyện nghe bài hát Did It On 'Em

on 'em,
Man I shitted on 'em
on 'em,
Put yo' number in the air if you did it on 'em
on 'em,
Man I shitted on 'em
on 'em,
Put number two's in the air if you did it on 'em

All bitches is my sons
And I'ma go and get some for 'em
A formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick, I pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me it off
I just signed a couple deals I break you off
And we ain't making up I need a mediator
let them bums blow steam, radiator

This is flawless F-1
I shooters up top in the F-1
A lot of bad bitches me to eff one
But I'm a eat them rap bitches when the chef
some fresh one's
More talent in my fuckin' left thumb
She ain't a fan then the bitch deaf dumb
You my son you my mother fuckin' step-son

All these is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout
Bitch I get money so I do's what I
I live the mother fuckin' pools and the trees is
bitches so crusty (disgust me)
Gave the a ride got the Continental dusty
Trust me I a couple hundred in the duff' b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to me
I'm the terminator, bitch slick I am have to terminate her
These little headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed I spray you with the
Move back bugs, matter fact you know the queen use a back rub
If you could back time, Cher
You used the be but now you gone Nair