Luyện nghe bài hát Doms

She like some out green shit, nigga. Yo dom, please, hit these niggas.
Wooohoo hoo hoo. Shiet. Whoo. This is perfect. This is fucking perfect. Domo motherfucking Genesis. These pants go perfect with these shoes. And I got a cold caprisun. Whoo.
I'm a motherfucking asshole. natural to act bashful in the presence of niggas with cash flow.
I spaz ho, laying somehwhere close to where the grows. Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo. And that, kicking dust. My shit is ridiculous. Quickly put my dick in sluts who noes tend to be sticking up. Silly niggas, give it up.
No person is sick enough. The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up. Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need some head work.
Talk you into anything with talking, I'm an expert. Just talking to you and it's sounding like my best work. Best work? For now, yes. With every drop I'm better. Better than the rest.
These niggas pressure. These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to these niggas.
When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas. men opposing me, no success for you niggas. And I'm still on my bullshit, loc'ing with a full clip. That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit.
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit. Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "what's good, bitch?" Nah, really, trilly hood, bitch? Hair ?, nigga extra mayo. That's the Friggedaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow, Show the fuck out. Dunk on a nigga and just hang yo.
I'mma boss, nigga. Fuck what it cost, nigga You wanna me? Chalk up a loss, nigga
Get lost, nigga, out my vicinity. Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy. And haters won't get my energy. T the C, we did it, G. And I'm higher than an Asian score on SATs. And yeah whatever.