Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm bicycling and recycling
And I'm still eating Gummy Bear
All my bitches Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper Williams' middle son, since I was
A one, Moms had to put me on the Ritalin
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 sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a pages to the Bible
I got nothing 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 dead bodies in the trash
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, me, "Master, feed my pipe."
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini

Suck my before I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Still fucking these 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 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 they tell me "No more."
I'm a difficult ropes course
Pulling up to Rome on a chrome 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 grow you from the
I had hoes, I play sports
Her ass out the bottom of her

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Suck my before I slap you with it

Black Bond in a white shaft
my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on weed
Something from kush seeds, the only to smoke for us OGs
I'm car service, no car keys
First class flight, 'bout to land on a new
She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came
MCM bag and nigga, bet some in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all
Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is
I'm money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
Quarter in a safe in case I get a case
judge hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 in all 50 states
Gone name my next tour March
Make a nun throw it back while I her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts her cross, boss
Figg

Suck my dick I slap you with it