Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting

Hm, she live in Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your please
I don't see nothing wrong some mouth and lip service
in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me that she sick of a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, hurtin'
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap with my shirt off
get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch body like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur
Fuck the side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to drop part two and shit
Just to let you know a nigga still doin' it
Workin' a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the
Stompin' the yard a gamma
Niggas was bananas, I'm calm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong a camel
I bet my life when we gamble, y'all shippin'
We shippin' pianos
I'm in Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever, Jones
I hustle, keepin' my destiny goin'
Like the House of
This that I'm on is private, my very own
So no my carry-ons
She sent a naked, I said it's on

But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South
I her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip
motherfucker, tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I get service
My new Nina just told me she sick of being a virgin

Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get
I don't get invited to these pity parties
I don't do narcotic even though a got it
Countin' all money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the work for a hour, hurtin'
Let my bitches me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third
The DA was a and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

Blood gang,
And it's Sorry 4 the Wait 2, ooh
And I'm so sorry for the too, yeah

Sorry for the wait, had to that part two and shit
to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch,