Luyện nghe bài hát Marvel

Yeah,
These bitches be God
why ain't got nuttin' to do with nuttin'
Yeah, check it out one two
We back up in joint, what?
the fly shit, yeah
Don't out on me

Yo, black man watch out, she trout
Al Deuce dug her back out, the dugout
the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped 'em one God Christian
She know magic, wet pussy on the mattress
Skin Cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fuckin' since we to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
With a ponytail kept a jar of

She's a big girl now, with a that growl
Likewise murder trial, attract crowds
Most niggaz, would light the Lord over broad
Big niggaz in they drawers one knee on the floor
kids daydream of humpin' wildflower
Hanna Barbera faint, I'm no Rivera

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

Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like
The arena now present, de event of the
braids and fades, bald heads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails Friday, got paid
or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That Godly light
this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We be measured by no chart, the God brung

bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite
inside your core
The explosion the menstruation
'Causes stomach
Patiently waitin' nine for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman in tune
Yo God, let me pour the science about the womb

It's a black hole for those who lose
Fertile soil you are wise
And spoiled many men and many lives
And all you brothers sides
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died