Luyện nghe bài hát Domestic Violence Pt2

You ain't shhh, ya momma shhh
Your daddy shit, your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh, your ain't shh
Your whip ain't shhh, ain't shhh

You talk that shhh but girl you ain't
Your momma shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' girl, your pussy ain't shit
Your friends ain't shit, you ain't shhh

You see these wizards out here, trynna like
I wear the dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a survivor, I play the course
They got the little toy on there speed, chacha

See I don't need a man, don't to see a man
But it to me ho, you wanna be a man
You and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you eat ya friend

I know the type, come down and take a pipe
Then run up and call me cupcakes, say, "I didn't you right"
Shit, call me now, like that on the tube with the tarot cards
'Cuz mushy gushy goin' for sale on the Boulevard

Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the flicks
Givin' at the same, give no bumper hit
Get them across seas, damn near done rapped the world
And you qualify, my book a nasty girl

You ain't shit, yo ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, friends ain't shit
Your ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit

You shit, yo daddy ain't shit
Yo mama ain't shit and yo ain't shit, bitch
You shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch

Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, knobber
More peaches than cobbler, corner soliciter
up her ass wipe, what you want
And what you need, and you get is two different things

Pulled over, Pea Street and put the out in the rain
Lost mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
Gipp ain't never touched, left insane, drunk off of [unverified] lush
Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey
Tryin' to entice her, to hit her but I'd rather forget her nigga

Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurp and she swallow, swallow
I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Boo
She put her period blood in her stew
(Fuck no, no)

I knew her mama, her papa, her naughty daughter
She filled her baby's ba-ba up with water
And Sun Dew, the clan used to run threw
Her Power U, then just her wit the hair doo
Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you my chain is frosted
One fuck from the head and shorty lost it

'Cuz you ain't shit, yo ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo ain't shit
ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch

You ain't shit, yo folks shit
Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo ain't shit
last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch

Fuckin' around, from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big A.K.A. Mute
from the underground, we gone