Luyện nghe bài hát Earrings Off

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

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

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

2]
This vaseline-on-the-face music
This badda-bing-in-your-face type
Y'all want it with them born-again hooligans
Type of bitch that stab ass with a [?] pen
No metaphysical, more like
Too in this piece 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 that I'm too hard, I think they just
(Hey! Not supposed to say word!)
Too late-all rappin'-ass faggots getting punched in the face

3]
I a rumble, welcome to the jungle
be a smart-ass, cats be disgruntled
Won't be till one of us son you
Russian punk, do svidan-you
Always been a little loud mouth foul
Third round, they got the towel out
I with skateboarders and [?]
Shits and giggles, all y'all do is orders
Huh! I play it under with abused
You only for my amuse, bitches
Give it your shot, I take two of y'all
You probably have better luck with a voodoo
Look, not the hands, not the [?]
get beatdowns 'cept when I box with my mom
You're cool, I'm cool, hey chick, choose fate
We can have play or get punched in the face