Luyện nghe bài hát Only (Funkmaster Flex Freestyle)

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I fucked Drake
All my life, man, sake
If I did I did a with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass like a
My man full, he just ate, I duck nobody but tape
Yeah, was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried if my butt's fake
Worried 'bout John's us Drake
These girls are my sons, and Kate plus eight
When I in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big too
Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the is
These couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we fuck with
I don't fuck with chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in, like
And tell 'em, tell 'em me, Lance Stephenson

Raise your and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air the fourth of July
but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches
niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side,

I never fucked cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm the first in
And the day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the time
We had come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the slow
She was down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the though
Yeah, low key it may be key
I been peeped you like me you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with me?
I it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with thick and I agree
That's right I like my girls BBW,
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat lunch with you
So thick everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the fuck with you
The NBA fuck with you
The bad ass bitches makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that's I believe in something, and I stand for it
And if you ever tryna fuck
Just me the heads up so I can plan for it

Raise bottle and cup in the sky
in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be
Nothing but real niggas only, bad only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches
Boss niggas only, thick only
I got my real here by my side, only

I never Nicki and that's fucked up
If I did she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it
Cause she actin' like she need dick in her
That's another story, I'm no teller
I greatness like gold is yellow
All my goons so
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy
Accountant say I got money for
I squirm and I shake, but I'm in my ways
My girl from a Bida if she
Baby and I with her surfboard, surfboard
My are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I take instead
You got the hickups, you swallowed the
I make you burp boy, treat me like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with arm and
So think about son and daughter rooms
Got two goons and they got smaller
Ain't bout your son and daughter rooms
is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga
That money talk, I rephrase it my nigga
Blood gang the B, I'll behave ya
I'm is for reals
If you off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I off
Now you see me, now you
Like Jamie Foxx, acting Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the
17 bully with 17 bullets
My is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a and celebrate with me

your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air the fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here
Oh, if you and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real only, bad bitches only
Rich only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick only
I got my real here by my side, only