Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of a Black Widow

Let me y'all ho something motherfuckers
(Oh, you complaining about man?)
Yeah, them belong to us
Straight up, tell all y'all motherfucking

Y'all know what's the fucking time
You think we don't love you
Run in to the courts
all that bullshit motherfuka

I'm all y'all motherfuckers know
I'm tired a that shit
You motherfucking triple motherfuckers
Bitches, we you motherfucka

Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched my neck, it was the sex

This twelve ounce of bex had me drunk
One laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this hoe month
Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the

I pushed up a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my
I "Power equal, boo"
RZA people I be D I G I too

(Is right?)
Word, and
Girl you got a smile that a make a heart crack
(For real?)

Word to grill like a thousand dollar
Close your eyes count to three and you heels
And we could end up at my place to face
Butt-naked invade your inner space

Straight up boo, I can taste it
One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it over the
I rather put it you so your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up and I could squeeze it tilts
My house built on stilts is bangin' the Hilton

Look how you feelin' gimme some boo 'cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer and the at?)
Look, girl, shit I got than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the widow

You couldn't get a flick of the hype
'Cause the way that I'ma dress this is mad wild
to make a crowd of women scream oww
Whether at a party or in bed

Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep in your head
My beats are funky, my rhymes are
Sometimes I say, well, motherfucka what's the
I don't know, I ask my ma, she know, "Go ask ya poppa"

It's all about me in the to be, nigga you all that uh
Motherfucka that is due it's mad
Motherfucking and it's a God-damn shame
How motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason

Yo, I lock on, the break
Shake and motivate,

By this that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug, call out her love flood
Fuck you only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missile grip like

Now I'm up inside the hospital
Digital's on critical
'Cause the testicles is

Huh huh
Nah, I ain't it right, right?
Huh