Luyện nghe bài hát Only (Funkmaster Flex Freestyle)

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

your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the 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 niggas only, independent only
Boss niggas only, thick only
I got my real niggas here by my side,

I fucked Nicki cause 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, 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 wanna be with besides me?
I it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm with thick women and I agree
That's right I like my BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat lunch with you
So thick that everyone else in the is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor with you
The NBA players fuck you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck you
Oh, cause I believe in something, and I stand for it
And Nicki if you tryna fuck
Just me the heads up so I can plan for it

your 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 niggas only, bad bitches
Rich niggas only, independent bitches
Boss niggas only, bitches only
I got my real niggas by my side, only

I never fucked Nicki and that's up
If I did fuck she'd be up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it
Cause she like she need dick in her life
another story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like gold is
All my goons so
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy
Accountant say I got for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm in my ways
My girl a Bida if she wave
Baby and I fucked with her surfboard,
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for
Don't have my money? I mothers instead
You got the hickups, you the truth
I make you burp boy, treat me like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses arm and guns
So about your son and daughter rooms
Got two and they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my nigga, I brazy my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it my
Blood gang take the B, I'll ya
I'm is for reals
If you mouth off, I blow your 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 with 17
My story is how I went from me
To police pour me a drink and with me

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