Luyện nghe bài hát Domestic Violence Pt2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bodododo, her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurpy 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 daughter
She filled her baby's ba-ba up with water
And Sun Dew, the whole clan to run threw
Her U, then just bless 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

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

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

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