Luyện nghe bài hát Marvel

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

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

She's a big now, with a body that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile crowds
Most niggaz, would light the over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the
Little kids daydream of humpin'
Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera

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

Police barricade, sidewalk like parades
The arena now present, de event of the
Long braids and fades, heads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails Friday, just got
Headliner or marquee is the prime rhyme crime family
That Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo
We can't be measured by no chart, the God

Never premature for sure
You it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
inside your core
The explosion the menstruation
'Causes stomach
Patiently waitin' nine months for
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman in tune
Yo God, let me y'all the science about the womb

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