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
than Williams' middle son, since I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told 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 studio candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, take your
Contagious, speaking sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the
I ain't got nothing in my will
'Cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine
I need some backpack cast
Took a break to kill the game half-ass
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
Slap it but she like, tell me, "Master, my pipe."
I'm the on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

Suck my before I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I you with it

Still fucking with these hoes,
Ozo on these Jojos
a bitch to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she blow it, Romo
And now I'm out in Cali Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm with some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you just bowl
How much coke you got to sell to make a float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they me "No more."
I'm a highly difficult 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 from the street but I grow you from the porch
I been had hoes, I sports
Her ass out the bottom of her

my dick before I slap you with it

Suck my before I slap you with it

Black Bond in a white shaft
Turned my to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, on good weed
Something kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs
I'm car service, no car keys
First flight, 'bout to land on a new bitch
She fuck me and swallowed homie I came with
MCM bag and nigga, bet weed in it
200 dollars of Backwoods, we all living
Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is
I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my sack
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a
Faggot-ass judge on me cause my money straight
10 racks in all 50 states
Gone name my next Million-Man March
Make a nun throw it back while I her scarf
She me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss
side

Suck my dick before I slap you it