Luyện nghe bài hát Jesco White (Freestyle)

Billy!
MWA Bitch!
Low-fashion
Mr. Don Corleone!

One drop or a from this boss
You might get rocked the fist or shot what you stuck in the cross
Hairs of a through your nach-o
See I gave a fuck once, now I do not
Hello, hello, I, lit up like a light
Like a young Jesco White, on a high
Chip a tooth when pebble flies, back at that Chevy wheel
Seen the world through the Devil's eyes, he dared me to make a
I decline, of mine, that's a waste of time
Give me a break, spit on the snake, let 'em taste the
Cowboy boots scaled like a of dimes
Black suede dress to create a grime
You let your fangs hang, haters can't do a thang
But complain, and shame, claiming to gang-bang
That same bitch that you to bang came
To my show like Su-Sussudio and me brain games
See visionaries got no problem with execution
I just wake up like a and hop up and fucking do it
No logical explanation on how I my music
I just find a socket, plug it in pocket and into it
Oh, what a feeling
Gotta a minute and do some breathing
Ain't take a day off work since I went and took Cleveland, for a reason
for a tie, looking for a suit
That Rock and Hall-of-Fame is due
Overdue, but the road is
When you invade it's clue
No one knows, where it
Where been or what to do
But me in a nutshell bro
Going nuts,
Oh a dream, row your boats
Sow your oats, all with the
Ain't no gas, kid rock, buy with the bot, not with the lean
In my coat when I fucking pop, like a mushroom in the gleam
After a rain, in the spring, Michael Wayne, me
Got it locked, is key
Got it hot in the C-
O-U-N-T-R-Y, Catfish in your sore
If you want that four-five, on in the doors-wide
So deep that said your-tribe, welcome to the north
up in the back, that Heisenberg hat, pork pie
Stick you to Get Buck, Three-6 is our war cry
Kids are playing Fortnite, I was short-sight
see tomorrow, I just wanted one more bite
So I stealing, chopping parts under the porch light
I just wanted better than what Mamma could afford,
Cause I am a son of a bitch! as you ever saw
Shut up and or get hit, with this here pepper y'all
Huddle-up with your clique, and hit some methanol
Suck a dick, sucka suck shit, all through an straw
Naw he didn't-oh, yes the I did!
Now take words, stay woke, and tattoo both eye lids
Y'all bitches sleeping on me? I need my own
I come cots for you bots, go take a nap in the den
While I a plan with the mastering Mathers again
Slum-Shady, I'm plumb-crazy and again
But when that trash in the atmosphere like a wind
When I pass in black Cadillac, with Travis and em'
Yeah, and its so much fun at it again
I just might need to sing a bit, go get some and then
So let me clear my throat, let me see if I hear the
I hear the notes, now look in your black mirror and strike a

Ain't it good to be
knows your name
But you walk around here shameless
90% of so lame

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