Luyện nghe bài hát G Lollipops

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your got a sweet tooth

[Verse 1:
I make art, y'all niggas hits
I make music from the heart and you make is shit
Softer the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin' bottles in the club, I'm chillin' at the house
war games with 4 dames in your name
Don't get high, fly and inside your lane
Tame as a but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your
Aerial and burials and wax
Like an tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at? Where the at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at
How is it if Wu-Tang's Forever?
Better than the but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I the troops
The devil is a liar but these the truth

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a tooth

2: Fashawn]
Okay I her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Laver, your majesty
my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
While y'all toss salad, for a salary
You it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
Casually I competition to casualties
Converse with my rollo, I call him
One I'm certain if it hurtin' 'em I know
I'm an introvert, a street kid, was never Vert
I'd pen a verse, some call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, no blackberry
Nigga, you curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on your clothes, another day I
You portrayin' a rose, I would say you a
And it's takin' his by the way human go
I can't give a F-U-C-K he sold
It's

Fashawn]
ass lollipops
Your got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3:
I'm in the Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high scores
dro grown next door
In class them hickey neck sores
That's too much sauce, that's too much
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 days ain't been in a fight
You never homie, I could be a fraud
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 just playin' the long
Bitch wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I'm gonna break wife's hymen tonight
a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a sweet