Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle With Remy Martin

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Yo yo yo
What the fuck, Squad
All we do is battle what; what, what
Yo it's "The Dream Shatterer" for cream team battler
Ring rattlin fiend spline splatterer
of the throne, bringin it home five nights
Up in The - five mics
Whippin a Porsche - price
Pumpin the 9-7, rhyme heaven her voice is
Imaginin Angie nuttin but and my 911
That's what I'm the thug tech and the glove
in the mud with less than a SCUD I'm splittin your rug
It's just I'm in love with Mrs.
Latin Goddess or Venus, you just happen to me the hardest {penis}
You wanna see us apart, you're chasin the
as she run the battle she got a place in my heart

Martin]
Yo.. yo, yo, yo
All of a sudden the big question is, yo who bitch Remy-nisce?
Is she really with her borough, can she represent?
Do Remy write line and every rhyme that she spit?
Is she, the shit, is her flow really sick?
Get off my dick, keep sorry ass compliments
I get mad quick y'all knowin me got no sense
Bitch don't try to play me, you not a player
Believe me, you really wanna see my gangster
It's easy to cock and smack the shit out a hoe
Had to leave bleedin just so we could get our dough
It get me heated, that's why I out for no reason
on the Bruckner, like fuck you, weeded and speedin
I'm untouchable nigga I ain't never have love for you
cause y'all pussy that's why I ain't fuck with you niggaz
Motherfuckers is scandal, on the avenue of
Don't slip into some shit you and your click can't handle
I havin it, get the cash out the cabinet
before I stab the bastard in the bassonet
I'll, a botty bwoy, blow his gut open
Leave son chokin, gun smokin
Know how many niggaz like, "I bet you Pun it"
can all take a dirty dildo and deep throat it!