Luyện nghe bài hát Get the Fuck Off My Dick

Get the fuck off now, get the off my dick
Hard to tell which one perfect, man, my art or my bitch
to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your off my dick
Get the off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one perfect, man, my car or my crib
Hard to which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Avant-garde this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Yeah, I ain't takin' no more calls, might 'bout callin' it quits
Press is tryin' to block my blessings, no talking to Vince
NPR and XXL, man, I can't tell which is
the mark, I think my label need a marketin' switch
Hold up, switch the flow up, I won't roll for
Rappers ho up, then blow up, guess who do the fuckin'?
VMA and Grammy snubbin', not through no clubs
Homie you can your money, it don't do nothing for me
Heard they lookin' for me yeah, you're a dummy
somebody find your body parts, run and run it, yeah
Ay bay-bay, ain't for play, sear the steaks, the Wraith
(And them is ugly, by the way
We see you got to spend, but, nonetheless)

Get the fuck off now, get the off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my
Hard to tell which one perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the off my dick
Hard to which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Avant-garde this shit, get your jaws off my dick

I'm from Ramona, no diploma
We him slippin', he in a coma
You got two choices, lose your life or persona
I still voices from them nights I hit them corners
through the MoMA, just did the feature, hit the scene
And the quota, I might do Toshiyuki Kita for the sofa
Might save my check and spend my Coca-Cola
Don't count my packets, pocket rocket leave you up
to glow up, from the floor up how I came
You know my pain, bitch, don't act like you don't know my name
Don't record me man, bitch, you see me tryna this plane
Don't you touch my frame, the one who bust you in your brain
I fuck with fame, you don't see me in no fuckin' chains
Ain't no slave, Def Jam ain't gon' put me on no pay
This the sound I made, won't nobody me off my wave
I'm the god in this, fuck up off my

Get the off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Hard to which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your off my dick
Get the off now, get the fuck off my dick
to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Hard to which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
with this shit, get your jaws off my dick