Luyện nghe bài hát Domestic Violence Pt2

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

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

You see these wizards out here, floss like
I the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a survivor, I the course dada
They got the little toy 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 Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya

I know the type, down and take a little pipe
Then run up and me cupcakes, say, "I didn't fuck you right"
Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the cards
mushy gushy still 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 bent across seas, damn near done the world
And you qualify, my book a nasty girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend shit
Your last 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