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 with the
You be hoping to God I don't put my in your ass
Got my on the gas, and I'm running the red
Put this pack in your ass, I gun you dreads
go on the block, like 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 nice that my be in em
Body the great ape
Probably break one eighth of your off
Fake and soft, pa and I all of you
Punch you in the face now you to taste barbecue
Hard to do this, I'm me
You can do what you do, just do it in front of P
Personally, it's nothing
You send a verse for me, I'll a hearse to you
it's that, the realer you act
I'm actually one of the rappers that can rap
One for the money, two for the
for the paper, that's all that I know
You that a show, it's more of a circus
You hear Buck flow, still calling 'em nervous
You fall for the service, you fall on your
Judging shit backwards, calling this case
Now I'm all in your space, cause I'm this world
And if I show what's on my plate, say to your girl
She really a bird, you're giving her seeds
Then leave, now she expect the same shit me
Please, use your 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 stools
The tools that I use, two
One for the nail in your coffin, the next for your life
Personally, it's personal
You a verse to me, I'll send a hearse to you
it's that, the realer you act
I'm actually one of them that really can rap
I'm actually one of them clappers that strapped
I'm running with Africans, trafficking smack
I'm actually smacking the nap off faculty jack
the Black, nigga nap Cadillac rap
Fake fuck, I will fuck up your
Fuck fingers, fuck trigger nigga the ape