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
Hard to tell which one perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the off my dick
Hard to tell one more 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, think 'bout callin' it quits
Press is to block my blessings, no more 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 up, I won't roll for nothing
Rappers ho up, then they up, guess who do the fuckin'?
VMA and Grammy snubbin', not through no clubs
you can keep 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, steal the
(And Wraiths 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 which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my
Hard to which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Hard to which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with 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 hear from them nights I hit them corners
Walked the MoMA, just did the feature, hit the scene
And blew the quota, I might do Kita for the sofa
Might save my Nike check and my Coca-Cola
Don't count my packets, pocket rocket leave you up
Time to glow up, from the up how I came
You don't know my pain, bitch, don't act you don't know my name
Don't record me man, bitch, you see me board this plane
you touch my frame, still the one who bust you in your brain
I don't with fame, you don't see me in no fuckin' chains
Ain't no fuckin' slave, Def Jam ain't put me on no pay
This the sound I made, won't knock me off my wave
I'm the god in this, up off my dick

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