Luyện nghe bài hát Falconry

Yo me the ball fool
You fuckin' pick me, ya
the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on pussy
I give a fuck
I'll kick this ball over the fence
No on

I know you see me on the TV, like a hunk of beef
When I smell your mama's shit dungarees
get the kid a deal he sound like me
But nah, dunny don't get down me
The falcon back to the glove when I whistle
Don't try to put me in the box like a
'Cause I push you in the box with a suit
Fuck around and have some ink soup, bitch
(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint now son)
Uh, you ain't a like Gianni
I'm so Queens a Roy Wilker's T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm
Dog, I was born with Allah's
I learned quick I couldn't follow
'Cause the Devil put the pork inside the soup
Now I'm sittin' in class with a hard dick
to German guitar riffs, what a life
I was made the beginning of Jurassic Park
they took the fucking bluff on the mosquito with a dope needle
Then shot it in a wild lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' a iron a visor on
Yeah, uh huh, ha ha ha
Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp
ideas lack of dope, woah

Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon
On the low a whip without shocks
I bag bitches in
Representative for everything
Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an
proof penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammerin' the hamper a nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, survival
the last record I broke just like a rival
Uh, I'm New York it turned into a bike lane
Never had a light frame, the pipe cane
It was but I wrote it
Put religion right on my neck and then I it
Laurenovitch,

3:36 in the
Location, a infested area, Brooklyn, New York
am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows,
All of a felony in his waste
But who are you? She love me when I'm naked