Luyện nghe bài hát Dutty (Freestyle)

Jah, Jah, Jah (ha, ha)
See me, can't jungle (sniff)
You can't, see

1]
It's the of your bitch
She attention and dimension the shit
She got your tensions to the brim
That bitch looser than the screws in my new gun and
So your mula, pop medulla, get to suckin' and shit
Wifing the bitch, mistakes push out of they mamas
Doing her braids, living with mama for the rest of the
Ain't the space, shit, a young Dracula
Fucking all the homies, bet her pussy feel
She gon' in these shades and buy a thousand dollar lipstick
Ever had a motherfuckin' thousand dollar kiss?
Well I did, hi kids that she
Head hollow no brain, go insane, but she stunt
In letterman, in my letterman, in my letterman

See,
Can't the jungle, or...nah

2]
You see my raps, became
portraits of flow and gin
[?]
More than an orphan [?]
[?] detergent, merging for common purpose
They notice that I was in lotion
Running the motion, devotion was not a
Hoping that open for fucking
Fuck it I'm ducking, and jumping off to New
I'm wheeling, dealing,
Pop pill and I'm feeling villain

Ah, your feelings, young nigga
Uh uh, aye, jah jah jah
close to your head
All you dead, uh
Haha, we don't that shit
Basically, you a basic g, basic bitch,
Ha-ha,
dutty, dutty
No doubt,
It's so dutty,
Uh-huh,
nigga's peaked, uh, haha
Rest in to your mama, with the drummer, ha
I a llama, ha, teacher, yuh