Luyện nghe bài hát Jockin My Fresh

Quit my fresh

Easily I
The microphone I ain't no joke
Tell ya momma to get off of my
She to quit
"Jockin' my fresh" -
I could smoke
Your hypertone, you ain't no loc
your girlfriend to get off of my dick
And she need to
"Jockin' my fresh" -

1:]
I'm on fire survival, you liar
Who hire, new tires, by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new
Each line, I think it's
you think is writin'
Is my ink
I that from L
But I don't it's bitin'
Beef is hidin' on of the stage
of fightin'
I write I pull my pen out the side of a grenade
Imperial, killers in front of a mural of Dilla, Proof, Blade
A burial
Venereal, flu, A.I.D.S.
I'm
I'm too
I'm
I will a chicken like a bouchet
I'm
End up with your
cave
Bitch we ain't
I ain't Buffay
I'm a motherfuckin' +Superstar+ Lupe
Get a lot of
like I'm a designer
Whoever than me
I probably them inside of me
Connected, I probably supply them it's

2:]
The product is Prada
A lotta is stretchy
Until you tired of findin' time to ride a out of liars
Y'all retired your guns cause you signed a deal
I'm the Youth on Truth Mountain on Honest Hill
Who's
I'm tryin' to beyond a mill
Don't call me seven nine's cause I'm to find a bill(ion)
True is, who is to kill
Old school like a Bonneville
Suicide, do a lot of
You got to kill
Beef is easy to me
Guns, grams, get 'em, got 'em all, G shit
Honestly, round 'em up, found 'em
Down to buck, llama
Grind you tired of us
I'm on your head like a

I'm gonna tell niggas right now. Number one
Quit jockin' my fresh. Number two
If you ain't me...you a fuckin' corn dog