Luyện nghe bài hát Earrings Off

See, cute is over
I'm about to roll up my sleeves on bitches
I'm about to take my off
Don't make me my earrings off
Throw my hair back real
my Chucks on
Quit with these motherfuckers

I'm on some Fu Hustle shit
Scream lady with no shit
Y'all don't really wanna with
Brick City, we be on that Knuckles shit
Or had 'em turn into some real duffle shit

1]
Shanks and hammers, now wait for the
Waste a gangsta, don't need no bandannas
Rhyme hard but darts even harder
Y'all talking about murders, but all I see is
One, three, go-watch me
Right past niggas and these knock-kneed hoes
I ain't really need for the talk, y'all walk that a way
Baby cry, [?]
See I want to have to get indignant
to Miss Urban in a minute, Nicole Kidman
No of upbringin', fuck swingin'
Guns by the waist, I'mma punch 'em in the

2]
This vaseline-on-the-face type
This badda-bing-in-your-face type
Y'all don't want it with them born-again
Type of bitch stab your ass with a [?] pen
No metaphysical, like mega-physical
Too deep in this to let a typical
Bum trick try to score one, I one
A rain dance, but it be a George one
A rated-R, be a one
A one
one
Then I'm on a tour (One!)
January, February, March, April, dag
Some saying that I'm too hard, I think just
(Hey! Not supposed to say word!)
Too late-all these rappin'-ass faggots punched in the face

3]
I smell a rumble, to the jungle
Don't be a smart-ass, be disgruntled
Won't be satisfied one of us son you
Russian mafia-style punk, do
been a little loud mouth foul mouth
Third round, they got the towel out
I pow-wow with and [?]
Shits and giggles, all y'all do is orders
Huh! I play it under abused bitches
You only here for my amuse,
Give it your shot, I take two of y'all
You probably have luck with a voodoo doll
Look, not the hands, not the [?]
Never get beatdowns 'cept when I box my mom
You're cool, I'm cool, hey chick, your fate
We can have play dates or get in the face