Luyện nghe bài hát Domestic Violence Pt2

You ain't shhh, ya momma shhh
Your ain't shit, your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh, friends ain't shh
Your ain't shhh, pocketbook ain't shhh

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

You see these out here, trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the papa
I'm a survivor, I the course dada
They got the toy vibrators on there speed, chacha

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

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

Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno
Givin' brain at the same, give no hit
Get them bent across seas, damn near rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a nasty

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

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

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

Pulled over, Pea Street and put the bitch out in the
Lost your mind, ya 409, the short yellow bus
Gipp never been touched, left insane, drunk off of [unverified] lush
Hush, shit-kicker licker, than Wild Turkey liquor
to entice her, movin' to hit her but I'd rather forget her nigga

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

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

'Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo whip shit
Pocketbook ain't and yo friends ain't shit, bitch

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

around, nigga from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp A.K.A.
from the underground, we gone