Luyện nghe bài hát Gangster Ass Anthony

You fuck with the felt flow
All the shit that you talking, don't help you
Mad face can't wait to catch you man made
You see mee say hello, when I say helll no
I'm not an asshole, I'm a
Travel the globe to have sex pessemist
my ? my and my excorsist
All suggest that we come here to your shit
It's the treacherous, two Ant
If we do it, who the fuck can
they claim ? to the ringtone
I smell pussy in the bacon that you bring
The is function in this function
Enough to justify, shutting down production
Get off the mic.go straight at ya for
One of these mc's puts it on wife

Your got her panties off, once again
One naughty nasty shit that I to her friend
So once again it's on
And you won't do shit, you a so fuck you
I didn't myself this morning when I woke up
So talking shit like I won't loc up
I'm from ? we don't
when the police come, the heat go poppin'
Now we stopping, we go in the
You can get youre time for try to show out
I'm trying to out, no doubt
Comming to ya ho out
Popping that junk, young punk what you know
Felt 2 me and Slug comming
When we serving these suckers may I help you
Supersize when we ride on busters
Murs two with the L motherfucker

Man who the hell are you, bark trough
is my episode and it don't co-star you
So shut youre fucking
if you don't know what you talking
Get on youre cellphone, her, tell him
Now you running my to the mud again
Who I fuck ain't of youre bussines
What I lick or suck man mind youre
And bitchness, not ?
You ain't punk, youre a pimp's assistant
you ride shotgun, I try to whip
Pussy don't drive car, bitch dick do
And if I hit you it's a
You strowed in but I bet ya won't

That's the code if you fuck with me

You a hit
Give me a dollar a beer and some head
Yo Ant up the snare till my eardrums turn red
This is for my people up and burn in bed
And this is for my people waking up to earn the
I didn't come start no
I paid at the I wasn't on the guestlist
Had a few beverage left
because the rappers, hookers and ? werent to
Dirty something getting closer to the turkey
Thirty husbands of a mercy snuffing
Birdy bugging on the line
But I'm bussing of the wine so is fine
put youre hands in the air, like you happy to have
I'm jump up and down I'm happy to have fans
It's all away from the pistols and
On the bigger things, peace to Ricky