Luyện nghe bài hát Domestic Violence Pt2

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

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

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

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

I know the type, come and take a little pipe
Then run up and me cupcakes, say, "I didn't fuck 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 porno
brain at the same, give no bumper hit
Get them bent across seas, damn near rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' around, nigga Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp A.K.A.
Straight the underground, we gone