Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenberry

One for the money, two for the
for the paper, that's all that I know
Broke a job, a crook with the cash
You be hoping to God I put my foot in your ass
Got my on the gas, and I'm running 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 black leather match the black Nike
So that 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 now you able 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 nothing
You send a verse for me, I'll send a to you
Clearly it's that, the you act
I'm one of the rappers that really can rap
One for the money, two for the
Three for the paper, all that I know
You call a show, it's more of a circus
You tryna Buck flow, still calling 'em nervous
You fall for the service, you on your face
Judging shit backwards, stop calling case
Now I'm all in your space, cause I'm outta world
And if I show what's on my plate, say to your girl
She really a bird, cause you're her seeds
leave, now she expect the same shit from me
Please, use knees for a stand
You got a big mouth, now who my little man
Damn, a new pedestal that I sit on
Son, I'mma shit on stools
The that I use, two hammers
One for the nail in your coffin, the next for your after
Personally, it's personal
You send a to me, I'll send a hearse to you
Clearly it's that, the you act
I'm actually one of them that really can rap
I'm actually one of them clappers actually strapped
I'm running with Africans, trafficking smack
I'm smacking the nap off your faculty jack
Exploiting the Black, nigga nap rap
Fake fuck, I fuck up your face
Fuck face fingers, fuck trigger the ape