Luyện nghe bài hát Doms

She sound like some out 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. It's natural to act in the presence of niggas with cash flow.
I spaz ho, laying somehwhere close to where the grass grows. Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo. And that, 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 needs to fix me up, fix me up. Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need some fucking head work.
Talk you into anything with talking, I'm an expert. Just talking to you niggas and it's sounding like my best work. Best work? For now, yes. With every drop I'm better. Better 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. Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas. And I'm still on my bullshit, loc'ing with a 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, what's trilly hood, bitch? Hair ?, nigga extra mayo. That's the Friggedaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow, Show the fuck out. Dunk on a nigga and hang yo.
I'mma boss, nigga. Fuck it cost, nigga You wanna oppose me? Chalk up a loss, nigga
Get lost, nigga, out my vicinity. Cause I terminate your kind, is the enemy. And these 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.