Luyện nghe bài hát M.I.L.F.

Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true (true that)
Don't call me daddy, she can do that
Ok, me and yo be fuckin, boy you ain't about that
You seen her lookin all mad, ain't for ya nap?
You wake up, I'm back, up all your snacks
ask for help with your math (stupid)
Ain't my fault, you add
Don't be out fake cryin, lyin
Up in the keyhole spying
Only knock the if you're dyin
I I could stay here forever (I love it)
You the only reason me and your ain't together
so much better than my old bitch
Man, I love that old
I do

No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they I fucked their mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya
I ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama

The way she bounce cheekies
Boy, she freaky, shoulda known she was
When I walked inside the and I seen that slinky
made me use my pinky the way she teach me
It's so dreamy, oh God, damn, man
I cheat on tests, cheat on I cheat when I can
I'm even on my whip, I got a side Benz
But she made me wanna cut off all my side friends (I you, baby)
A nigga be tryna taste her, her
They rape her, stand out the daycare sit and wait there
Fuck, I can't even trust the neighbors, damn (what you at?)
You niggas to your young hoes
I got a freak wash, dry, and fold clothes
You

No stress, no drama, her hatin, they know I fucked their mama
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya
I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya

I got my check, smokin' on that crack
yeah I'm unemployed
Baby my back
Now what you got for me
I heard it's big and it's
I my teeth out, suck it good
That's your dick belong
Yeah, do it like that
Pump pump bump it in my ass-matic
You a dummie, you is big
(Mom, I'm hungry) Shut mouth, you little bastards gone
All this ass is for you Seany, can I you Seany?
Sl-Sl-Slap me in my face it
Get a crack ? with that in it
Cause if I got weed then I'm it
Eat all this ass, quit it

I got yo mama all in my
all in my 9
Rollie the time
She ain't yours, she mine
a hundred every time
I think my just lost its mind
Put yo mama on that trippy shit, sippin' lean, lines
like bonjour
Last ten years I've on tour
And I still got that old
I touch more green than a
With a ratchet bitch, you up
I'm on my tour bus fucking getting paid up
I that bitch to my mansion
And a nigga can't pay her to
Yo mama a great doctor, with no PhD
My pockets stuffed with that
I made it all in the
I might go to the club, and throw it all on a freak
Yo