Luyện nghe bài hát Nerve

[Chorus: Fooly
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the nerve
Hop in the and swerve
a broad bitch to the curb
I'm gettin' like the first
I'm with bitch and she slurrin'
She suck on the 'til she burp
She suck on the dick she burp
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the nerve

1: Lil Twist]
Mansion house, out
Cashin' out, baby, blackin' out
out, gas is out
Runnin' in, masses down, ammo
in shirts, hand me downs
Young Carter, need no
Need no Yeah
Take a moment for the brown
Pay smart ass pussies to your cap and
Like ooh, you must got that
Double cup, it and serve
I come up under Lil
Had to let loose of the
Had to let loose of the
let loose of the Perc's, no
We hit your and disturb
Run juice all over turf

[Chorus: Faime]
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the
Hop in the and swerve
a broad bitch to the curb
I'm gettin' like the first
I'm your bitch and she slurrin'
She suck on the dick she burp
She suck on the 'til she burp
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the

[Verse 2: Lil
it out, ran 'em out
Standin' out, stand 'em
Candles out, it out
Man is down and they found his family
layin' around, layin' 'em down
They around, I'm tearin' it down
I'm tatted up, I'm Xannied
I'm Addy'd up, I'm up
My up, now pat 'em down
He good, he did coke and a
I panned around, we and sound
We ate some clowns, we 'em down
We they child out, made the style
It takes a to break it down
I break it and make my rounds
Then down but I ain't down
They fakin' files, they vows
I'm makin' magic, say tat
Make it and all I gotta say to that shit
Is fuck you all day rabbits, nigga
You, you got the nerve
Tune get on your nerves
Ooh, you got the curse
Ooh, you must got the
Ooh, you got the box
Ooh, we cut off your
Ooh, you even box
Wings that can't flock
You remind me of
Ooh, she light in her
And Twizzy, yeah, yeah, my son
And his sentence all, habits I
I just tell her let one
You came through, who the fuck, the is wearin' flip flops?
Buy his whole backpack time I shop
We been eye to eye for years, who Cyclops, I'm sayin'
Ooh, you got the nerve
I am so tired of you bitches
Boy, I am so of my lil' bitches
Boy, money talks, I know that by his boy
Ooh, you got that work
Ooh, you must got verse
Ooh, we might got the
Ooh, we about to