Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting

Hm, she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my 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
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get
My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a

up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my help, before they leave I check they purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap with my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put that on my first
Got that old bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a
Let her drank too much, now her taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy a fur ball
Fuck the side nigga we could have a turf war
for the wait, had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still it
Workin' like a on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm like a
I'm that strong like a camel
I bet my life we gamble, y'all shippin' keys
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 Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my clean
I say shut the up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker, tighter than a pinched nerve,
I didn't answer my phone, I I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a

Now I get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches pity
I don't do narcotic though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel like I got
Baggin' up the work for a hour, fingers
Let my bitches help me, 'fore leave I check their 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
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my born
Got old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a 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 wait too,

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