Luyện nghe bài hát Marvel

Yeah,
bitches be buggin' God
Reason why ain't got to do with nuttin'
Yeah, it out y'all one two
We back up in joint, what?
Check the fly shit,
Don't out on me

Yo, black man out, she salt-water trout
Al Deuce dug her out, inside the dugout
Heard the was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped 'em one God turned
She know magic, wet pussy on the mattress
Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading
She been fuckin' since we went to fourteen, look at Thing
With a kept a jar of Vasoline

She's a big girl now, with a that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile attract
Most niggaz, light the Lord over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers pose one on the floor
Little kids of humpin' wildflower
Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera

Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped
Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin'
horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
The heat is on, never too or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang is about to perform

barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now present, de of the decade
Long and fades, bald heads, spangle waves
Extensions, Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time crime family
That shines Godly
this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be by no chart, the God brung

Never premature for sure
You it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
Deep inside your
The stops the menstruation
stomach inflation
Patiently waitin' nine for deportation
Of the from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo God, let me pour y'all the about the womb

It's a black hole for those who lose
Fertile before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took lives
And all you changed sides
Only a decimal compared to those who died inside