Luyện nghe bài hát Lick The Balls

Excuse me, I'm trying to earn a buck or two
A solemn rapper in, and who the fuck are you?
Around this part of town with diamonds and girl in fur
"I'm trying to enter in this rap contest havin', sir"
kinda late, "Flat tire" well, that'd do it 'cuz
Well alright, pay me now, and be at the hub

"I hope I don't up, or run out of breath, or even brick"
Don't worry hon' you're 'em harder than a fuckin' brick
"But do you think, Van?", please, no one can serve us
"Wish me luck, dear, I'm and I'm nervous"
So who stands, who falls, who the halls
This one the DJ calls, lick the

Now time I write dope raps they come vickin' it
Now you know the of this, so start lickin' it
Lips kickin' it, hey bitch, there is a in it
So when you think you're prepared, I keep it
Now here they come a spike to fight, take it light
Now who the one you're trying to be with all your might

And anyone that attempted to me out the race
give me space before I fly in they fuckin' face
Now raise that vocal, play that role around your hoods
Don't worry about a 'cuz Ricky Rick is bringin' home the goods
Who stands, who falls, who the halls
This one the DJ calls the balls

Now everything come out your mouth, sound like it's out of spite
I'm back on a mission and this time I'm anchor right
right, ads help, he's improvin' it
"Thank gosh, Rick, we love the way movin' it"
Who's hittin' rough in eighty-eight, I bet your knows
Backslap you all down like I were

'em all, come on y'all, give me a taste of life
Act trife, I'll let my dog cold ya wife
So be my friend and don't pretend you will not be
You're cleaning house up to the master, that's how we are livin'
So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
This one the DJ lick the balls

Go Vance Wright, go Rick, at the style we bring
How come you cannot write a rap that will the king
The girls you watch are now entranced now they see me slam
Shit on motherfuckers and I tell them who the I am
My is Rick, but now you know who's rulin' it
Pump the world and the DJ put the in it

Come ride the dick and if you wanna know is the word
Who write the raps you and your boys have ever heard
I eat you up and give your a bowl of Puppy Chow
You understand Hello, I'm tryin' to tell you now
Who stands, who falls, who crowds the
This one the DJ calls, lick the