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

Ain't it to be famous?
Everybody knows your
But you can't around here shameless
90% of so lame

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