Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting

Hm, she live in Fort 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 my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a nerve, bitch
I didn't my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me she sick of being 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 movin' weight, prostitution, and these
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put that on my born
Got that old bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to drop this two and shit
Just to let you that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was for the hammer
the yard like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong like a
I bet my life we gamble, y'all shippin' keys
We shippin' grand
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew ammo
I'm gone, two up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever, Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my goin'
the House of Deréon
This plane 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 to South 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 up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip
Tunechi motherfucker, tighter a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I I couldn't get service
My new Nina just me that she sick of being a virgin

Now I don't get excited nigga, I get exotic
I don't get invited to bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the work for a hour, hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these
in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' the third ward
The DA was a dick and the was a jerk off
We suwoop, 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 drop that two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga doin' it
Workin' a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch, yeah