Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm still and recycling
And I'm still eating Bear vitamins
All my taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' middle son, I was
A little one, Moms had to put me on the
Made a swisher run, the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the
All the best rappers are usually
But I'm the poison left a widow Juliet
In the studio candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, while sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the
I got nothing left in my will
'Cept it all in the casket, it's mine still
I need some backpack raps
Took a just to kill the game half-ass
Set rat traps, went to take a cat nap
Woke up, the dead bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your bitch don't my dick, then 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 I slap you with it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Still fucking with hoes, though
Ozo on doppelgänger Jojos
Take a bitch to Soho for Froyo
Tell her she blow it, Romo
And now I'm out in Cali like
boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you bowl smoke
How much coke you got to to make a boat float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em they tell me "No more."
I'm a highly ropes course
Pulling up to 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 from the
I had hoes, I play sports
Her ass out the of her shorts

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Suck my dick before I you with it

Black James Bond in a shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a
Flashy as high beams, smoking on weed
Something from 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 every 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 hating on me my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50
Gone name my next tour Million-Man
a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my touched her cross, boss
Figg

Suck my before I slap you with it