Luyện nghe bài hát Gentlemen

Over the
Gentlemen, we're all players of the

I was an Autobot type of guy, I hated
Now I drink gin and my friend's a Decepticon
Some de Ville along, sketches over Lebanon
Messagin' the .44 long, iller than Kong
Head on the
My automatic aims for head shots, devil
I'm like the pawn
thinker but I'm walkin' all alone
I'm an underground king with a pocket of stones
Out of order, underwater, the enforcer
inside your daughter, takin' selfies with an orca
Oral sex music, shootin' on a ship
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 lyrics that'll cut you 'til you're in the
Illa Ghee and I'm nicer than a

times spee leave stains on a nigga curb
The best MC, Bree a nigga words
The A-graded great, the 8
Make soldiers shit on theyself, the over
Clapper got clapping battle rap stats
Forgot the shaq attack havin' that
I blast the Magnum gun
With very great honor, I'm the cum laude
Cop a squat, sippin' hot latte
Get money, big dummy, Lamont pop say
to let actions speak more than words
Weak disturbed
The whole you got is losers
tube socks, new, sock it to yah
Crews poppin'
New socker choose, watch your dude, watch dude
That's watchin' in Cuba
Constant new verse ave, maneuvers
all in your bloomers, P

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