Luyện nghe bài hát G Lollipops

[Chorus:
ass lollipops
Your got a sweet tooth

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

[Chorus:
ass lollipops
Your bitch got a tooth

[Verse 2:
Okay I gave her a cavity, you that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Laver, your majesty
Lettin' my nuts like Tiffany had his weave
While y'all toss salad, 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 certain if it 'em I know
I'm an introvert, a street kid, was never into
I'd rather pen a verse, call it audacity
did he get the nerve, usin' no blackberry
Nigga, you curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin' a rose, I say you a troll
And it's takin' his toll by the way go
I give a F-U-C-K what he sold
It's

[Chorus:
Gangsta ass
Your bitch got a sweet

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

[Chorus:
ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet