Luyện nghe bài hát Only (Funkmaster Flex Freestyle)

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked
All my life, man, fuck's
If I did I did a with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I duck nobody but tape
Yeah, was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried bout if my fake
Worried 'bout singing us Drake
These are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I 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 niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't with
I fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it in, like seasonin'
And tell 'em, 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

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

I never fucked Nicki she got a man
But that's over then I'm the first in line
And the day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, is the perfect time
We had just come from video
You LA traffic, how the city slow
She was down on that big butt
But I was staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key it may be key
I been peeped that you like me you
Who the fuck you really wanna be with me?
I mean it take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I
right I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch 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 players fuck you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and fuck with you
Oh, cause I believe in something, and I stand for it
And if you ever tryna fuck
give me the heads up so I can plan for it

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

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 dick in her life
another story, I'm no story teller
I greatness like gold is yellow
All my goons so
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy
say I got money for days
I and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girl from a Bida if she
and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for
Don't have my I take mothers instead
You got the hickups, you swallowed the
Then I make you burp boy, me like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses arm and guns
So think about your son and rooms
Got two goons and they got guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and rooms
This is just my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga
That money talk, I rephrase it my nigga
gang take the B, I'll behave ya
I'm is for reals
If you mouth off, I 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 Ward bully 17 bullets
My story is how I from poor me
To pour me a drink and celebrate with me

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