Luyện nghe bài hát Get the Fuck Off My Dick

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

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

Get the off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Hard to tell one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get jaws off my dick
Get the off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell 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 your
I still hear from them nights I hit them corners
Walked the MoMA, just did the feature, hit the scene
And the quota, I might do Toshiyuki Kita for the sofa
save my Nike check and spend my Coca-Cola
Don't count my packets, pocket rocket leave you up
Time to up, from the floor up how I came
You don't know my pain, bitch, don't act you don't know my name
Don't me man, bitch, you see me tryna 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 slave, Def Jam ain't gon' put me on no pay
This the sound I made, won't nobody knock me off my
I'm the god in this, up off my dick

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