Luyện nghe bài hát G Lollipops

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a sweet

[Verse 1:
I make art, y'all niggas hits
I make music from the heart and what you is shit
than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin' in the club, I'm just chillin' at the house
Playin' war games with 4 dames in your
Don't get high, stay fly and inside your
as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your
Aerial attacks and and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in
Where the at? Where the rappers at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to at that
How is it dead if Forever?
Better than the worst but is still better
The and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a but these boys the truth

Murs]
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth

[Verse 2:
I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, majesty
Lettin' my nuts hang Tiffany had his weave
y'all toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I it a tragedy
Casually I competition to casualties
Converse my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I'm certain if it hurtin' 'em I
I'm an introvert, a street kid, was never Vert
I'd rather pen a verse, some call it
Where did he get the nerve, no blackberry
Nigga, you curved by labels and hoes
on your clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin' a rose, I say you a troll
And takin' his toll by the way human go
I can't give a F-U-C-K what he
Fash

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a tooth

3: Prof]
I'm in the 4-door escort
4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown door
In class with them hickey sores
That's too much sauce, that's too sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, Baby, that's too much
As far as I'm concerned, I don't with the list price
Rappers these ain't been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a
This atheist I'm fuckin', she treat me like a god
I'm poppin' in the VIP all day
I'm an industry plant, I'm playin' the long game
Bitch wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'm gonna your wife's hymen tonight
Shout a couple for a career in rap
Turn up, up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth