Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm still bicycling and
And I'm still eating Bear vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin, nitrogen
Hyper Williams' middle son, since I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best are usually dead
But I'm the that left a widow Juliet
In the studio candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, take Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while
God shit, make 'em to add a couple pages to the Bible
I ain't got left in my will
'Cept throw it all in the casket, it's still
I need some backpack cast
Took a just to kill the game half-ass
Set rat traps, went to take a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap it but she like, tell me, "Master, my pipe."
I'm the on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Still fucking with these hoes,
Ozo on doppelgänger Jojos
Take a bitch to Soho for some
her she gone blow it, Romo
And now I'm out in Cali Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown
No joke, most dope, you bowl smoke
How much coke you got to sell to make a float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em they tell me "No more."
I'm a highly difficult course
up to Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a
Who you kidding? Your flow's
I ain't from the street but I you from the porch
I had hoes, I play sports
Her ass out the of her shorts

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Black James in a white shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, on good weed
Something from kush seeds, the only strand to for us OGs
I'm car service, no car keys
First class flight, to land on a new bitch
She me and swallowed every homie I came with
MCM bag and nigga, bet some in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all
the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
Quarter million in a in case I get a case
Faggot-ass judge hating on me my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50
name my next tour Million-Man March
Make a nun throw it while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross,
Figg

my dick before I slap you with it