Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

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

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick before I you with it

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

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Black Bond in a white shaft
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
class flight, 'bout to land on a new bitch
She me and swallowed every homie I came with
MCM bag and nigga, bet weed in it
200 dollars of Backwoods, we all living
Brought the gangsters to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a
judge hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50
Gone name my next tour March
Make a nun throw it while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts her cross, boss
side

Suck my dick I slap you with it