Luyện nghe bài hát G Lollipops

[Chorus:
ass lollipops
Your got a sweet tooth

1: Murs]
I make art, y'all niggas make
I make music from the heart and you make is shit
than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin' bottles in the club, I'm just chillin' at the
Playin' war games with 4 dames in name
Don't get high, stay fly and your lane
as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the in your area
Aerial attacks and and wax
an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
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 the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the
The devil is a liar but boys the truth

Murs]
Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a sweet

[Verse 2:
Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Laver, your majesty
Lettin' my nuts hang like had his weave
While toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a
Casually I turn to casualties
Converse my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I'm if it hurtin' 'em I know
I'm an introvert, a street kid, was never into
I'd rather pen a verse, call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin' curved by labels and
Layaway on your clothes, day I suppose
You portrayin' a rose, I say you a troll
And it's his toll by the way human go
I can't give a what he sold
It's

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3:
I'm in the 4-door Ford
With 4 escorts with test scores
Indoor dro next door
In class them hickey neck sores
That's too much sauce, that's too sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, Baby, that's too sauce
As far as I'm concerned, I don't fuck with the price
Rappers these ain't been in a fist fight
You never homie, I could be a fraud
atheist chick I'm fuckin', she treat me like a god
I'm pills in the VIP all day
I'm an industry plant, I'm just playin' the game
Bitch never a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'm gonna break your wife's tonight
a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was

[Chorus:
ass lollipops
Your bitch got a tooth