Luyện nghe bài hát French

Got all the black bitches mad my main bitch vanilla
She trying to get her groove back Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Keller
When it to the perfection of my shit I know you
smell the rectum I'm like a i always X them
Like Wolverine in attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to coke and Led Zeppelin,
and Mary in her ass... ha ha... yo
I'm fucking up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their porridge
I tell her my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it more shit
Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be
And please disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging my neck like it's a motherf-cking circus

You little n-ggas better check my
You money better check my French
Ah, what is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you check my French,

I'm making moves, my French
I English but check my French
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French,

I I left my dignity up in the cupboard
cause girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy
im never using a
but fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was
and leave it drippin green and red like it was cheese buggers
chewin on cum like bubble gum from
This bitch knew like Bubba knew shimp
(Laughing)
Yo Im seventeen, already sniffin
I tell my friends its asthma time I start to itch my throat
I got a new for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"
Cause some bitch said my semen was dirty, silly ho
The that they can do is find me, Im hiding
somewhere Chris Stokes cant find me
Oh no Mister Stokes I dont like no
Dont tell R. Kelly, my little sister go?

You niggas better check my French
You money better check my French
Ahh, time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my you better check my French, muthafucka
Im making moves check my
I English but check my French
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French,

Yo you little niggas check my french
I got and you can check my bench
Left Brain, super three, Creator Ace puttin the in music and create the face
Of the picture, punchline figured out I get you
No you dont nigga so why dont you go
You seem anyway, pressure enough?
You the type of dude to choke the pressure is up
The pressure is to and pressure is us
bitches havin eargasms and the is us
Niggas wanna be O.F. and write to us
Competition's competition, yo you better us?
what Im sayin? I dont think so
We sick shit, it up down in the sink yo
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these hoes
We think sorta odd so we so

Crusin in my go at walmart sellin cupcakes
Go ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then
That involves Ballpark franks and silver tape
Pornos and hormones and of DiGiornos
You is loco your prolly drinking cuervo
with some vatos the door closed watchin zorro you homos