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 best a Decepticon
Some de Ville edge along, sketches Lebanon
Messagin' the .44 long, iller than Kinga
Head on the
My automatic aims for shots, devil horns
I'm like the devil's
Group thinker but I'm walkin' all
I'm an underground with a pocket full of stones
Out of order, breathin' underwater, the
inside your daughter, takin' selfies with an orca
Oral sex music, shootin' on a ship
Coward talkin' but y'all never do shit
Smokin' dro, rocket fuel and I off
I quest cause my roots is a black thought
I talk that'll cut you 'til you're in the gutter
Ghee and I'm nicer than a mothafucka

Sket times 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 game
got clapping back battle rap stats
Forgot the shaq attack havin' that
I blast the Magnum gun
With very honor, I'm the magna cum laude
Cop a squat, they sippin' hot
Get money, big dummy, Lamont pop say
Bout to let actions speak than words
Weak sauce
The whole crew you got is
See-through tube socks, new, it to yah
Crews Rugers
New socker choose, watch your dude, watch your
That's 2Pac in Cuba
Constant new verse ave, maneuvers
all in your bloomers, P

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