Luyện nghe bài hát Ominous Opulence

[Verse 1: Mavri¢k]
Hit a
Yeah nigga, hit a
Blew it on yo'
the shit
Yeah, I blew shit
she sucked the dick
Yeah I her strip
Yeah I her strip
Mothafucka you fuckin'
fuckin' pimp
Fuckin'
Chillin' the 'files
Put 'em in the 6
I'm
gave me 5 shoulda gave me 6
Suck the
I don't a fuck
5 shit
Sin the
I get it low
Then I flip the
Bring it
Know I'm gettin'
I'm gettin' that
Blew it
Then she blew my
I blew her back
Blew it all
I give a fuck
I get it
heavy D
I don't give a I'm in the trap
In the
All you niggas
All you niggas

[Interlude:
All you fuckin' whack man
fact
Niggas who the fuck it is
Yo, yo, yo
2: Da$H]
Risk like Evel Knievel
Mickey Knox the box cutter
Woulda play a dead bolt the way it lock
Cop hunter, in the block in case the stocks plunger
Rappers cock
I'm top tier, let it off and then the clear
I'm who opps fear, you faker than a croc's
Straight for sauce, and the taker here to the odds
Play the right, you end up a dealer with pounds to the ceiling
Assorting paper work, you a
I don't need partners, in and outta state, mounds of cake
the map, price is see-sawing, up and down the rate
Saw your bitch had some lips on her, so I drown her
Same newspaper, different story, niggas bore me
Rhyming poorly, say you but repping all your homies stories
Living like a [?], mob connected nigga, drama
Mac-11 with the cooler out is turning wretched
Mind infested, thoughts help me pay the cost
Living wild, appointment with the reaper get
Problem child, going hard until my number
I turn the phone off, fuck it, I'm thrown off
The Captain make it happen, ran myself into a gold
need a Mazi, and the [?] end up a body nabbed
Did 5, home brolic, we need the profit
Want the drop 6, live off experience, on some lock
Dead man walking, I'm sparking anything my path
4 pound larking, it turn a faggot to scabs
Test my word, my niggas flexing, bending, and stretching
All my men absurd, mess of so that the message heard
Yeah, nigga cut that text alert

Cause if you know, and so you do now
Gang, Black Market