Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenberry

One for the money, two for the
for the paper, that's all that I know
Broke with a job, a crook the cash
You be to God I don't put my foot in your ass
Got my foot on the gas, and I'm the red
Put this in your ass, I just gun you dreads
Never go on the block, I used to do
Why go on the block, I up my niggas, boo
Mister bap rap whatever
The leather match the black Nike Venoms
So nice my wife be in em
Body the grape ape
Probably break one eighth of your off
and soft, pa and I hate all of you
Punch you in the face now you to taste barbecue
to do this, I'm doing me
You can do you do, just don't do it in front of P
Personally, it's personal
You send a verse for me, I'll a hearse to you
Clearly that, the realer you act
I'm actually one of the that really can rap
One for the money, two for the
Three for the paper, that's all I know
You call that a show, more of a circus
You tryna Buck flow, still calling 'em nervous
You for the service, you fall on your face
Judging shit backwards, calling this case
Now I'm all in your space, cause I'm this world
And if I show on my plate, say goodbye to your girl
She really a bird, cause you're giving her
Then leave, now she the same shit from me
Please, use knees for a stand
You got a big mouth, now who my little man
Damn, it's a new pedestal I sit on
Son, I'mma shit on better
The tools I use, two hammers
One for the nail in your coffin, the next for your life
Personally, it's nothing
You send a verse to me, I'll a hearse to you
Clearly it's that, the you act
I'm actually one of rappers that really can rap
I'm actually one of them clappers that strapped
I'm actually running Africans, trafficking smack
I'm smacking the nap off your faculty jack
Exploiting the Black, nap Cadillac rap
Fake fuck, I will up your face
Fuck fingers, fuck trigger nigga the ape