Luyện nghe bài hát Gentlemen

Over the
Gentlemen, we're all players of the

I was an type of guy, I hated Megatron
Now I gin and my best friend's a Decepticon
de Ville edge along, sketches over Lebanon
Messagin' the .44 long, iller than Kinga
Head on the
My automatic aims for head shots, devil
I'm like the pawn
Group thinker but I'm all alone
I'm an king with a pocket full of stones
Out of order, breathin' underwater, the
Think inside your daughter, selfies with an orca
Oral sex music, shootin' on a cruise
Coward niggas talkin' but never do shit
Smokin' dro, rocket fuel and I off
I quest love my roots is a black thought
I talk that'll cut you 'til you're in the gutter
Illa Ghee and I'm nicer a mothafucka

Sket times spee leave stains on a curb
The best MC, Bree painted a words
The A-graded great, the 8
Make soldiers on theyself, the game over
Clapper got back battle rap stats
Forgot about the shaq havin' that
I blast the Magnum gun
With great honor, I'm the magna cum laude
Cop a squat, they sippin' hot
Get money, big dummy, somethin' pop say
Bout to let actions speak more than
Weak disturbed
The whole you got is losers
See-through tube socks, new, it to yah
Crews Rugers
New socker choose, watch dude, watch your dude
That's 2Pac in Cuba
Constant new verse ave, maneuvers
Shittin' all in bloomers, P

Burn, another on the iron
Got the hood behind me, keep it when I rhyme
Driver seat recline, in the fishbowl
No chrome, no tints, blow through with your
Big dog, I'm like a St.
You 'bout as small as a Maltese, barkin' on a short
You get the party shot, get your ass mollywhopped
Somebody call the janitor, we gon' need this lobby
regime, certified beast mode
Personify street code, get your repo'd
Drive through funeral, come back and you up
With you in of the hearse, your hearse on back of the truck
Give a fuck, you can catch me with the crew or
Sicker with star with it, nigga plomo
fizz, woah, Mac, double OG
Marksman, M.O.P.s,