Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm bicycling and recycling
And I'm still Gummy Bear vitamins
All my taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' son, since I was
A little one, Moms had to put me on the
Made a run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums
All the rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison left a widow Juliet
In the studio candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while
God shit, 'em want 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 cast raps
Took a break to kill the game half-ass
Set some rat traps, to take a cat nap
Woke up, threw the bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your 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 Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Still fucking these hoes, though
Ozo on these Jojos
a bitch to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she gone blow it,
And now I'm out in Cali like
Young boy, but I'm chilling some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you bowl smoke
How much coke you got to sell to make a boat
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til tell me "No more."
I'm a highly difficult ropes
up to Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your warshed
I ain't from the street but I grow you the porch
I been had hoes, I play
Her ass out the bottom of her

Suck my before I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Black James Bond in a white
Turned my to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on weed
Something from kush seeds, the strand to smoke 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 worth of Backwoods, we all living
the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my sack
Quarter million in a safe in I get a case
judge hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50
Gone my next tour Million-Man March
Make a nun it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my touched her cross, boss
Figg

my dick before I slap you with it