Luyện nghe bài hát Molasses

Search inside my purse to buy something

99 problems all in that one joint
And the neck gold froze he held it at gunpoint
bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the
Ragged with the Contra, of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the run
The bags packed, roadside the thumb out
Toe tagged, don't gag, [fag], spit gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing it's danger
I'm a manger born holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea spit, and bet
The label don't me but they pay me a grip
And you see how his day by the state of his wrists
My niggas busy doughing, bet the baker came swinging like
What the you saying? All that aiming and miss
I'mma fuck the freckles off your bitch,

I'll fuck the off your face, bitch
We could do shit all night
fuck the freckles off your face, bitch

You me, drugs out, 'front the telly
I'm couch-drunk and to fuck, count fetti and bucks
loud as that slap 'cross the belly
What's up? nigga, what's up?
I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Crush
Screaming "Saddle up!" fuck is beef? Get your cattle cut, pansy
If them fans only local, why them trans-atlantied up?
The and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
Them teeth with the gold bright, the switches mad at us
Snap chatting panty clad baddies, I'm a
I'm high and polite cause po-lice is in of us
And write with the same hand I 'em up with
Stretching out the fifteen I had
Icky Thump, sticky lit up in a rental Jeep

We do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off face, bitch
We do this shit all night
I'll fuck the off your face, bitch