Luyện nghe bài hát Only (Funkmaster Flex Freestyle)

Yo, I fucked Wayne, I never 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 just ate, I don't nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct
bout if my butt's fake
Worried John's singing us Drake
These girls are my sons, John and Kate eight
I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dealing with my man on a G5 is my of an update
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big too
Fuck them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the 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 don't fuck with them chickens unless they name is cutlet
Let it soak in, like
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Stephenson

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

I never Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's then I'm the first in line
And the other day in her
I thought god damn, is the perfect time
We had just come from that
You know LA traffic, how the slow
She was sitting down on that big
But I was still at the titties though
Yeah, low key it may be key
I been peeped that you like me you
Who the fuck you wanna be with besides me?
I mean it doesn't much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm with thick women and I agree
That's right I my girls BBW, yeah
Type to suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
So that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face just like 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 ever tryna
Just give me the heads up so I can for it

your bottle 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 niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches
I got my real here by my side, only

I never Nicki and that's fucked up
If I did fuck she'd be up
Whoever is hittin' ain't it right
Cause she actin' like she dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no teller
I piss greatness like gold is
All my so overzealous
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy
say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my
My girl from a if she wave
and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take for shade
Don't have my money? I take mothers
You got the hickups, you the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat me like
I'm bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns
So think about son and daughter rooms
Got two goons and got smaller guns
Ain't bout your son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my nigga, I brazy my nigga
That money talk, I rephrase it my nigga
Blood gang take the B, I'll ya
I'm is for reals
If you mouth off, I your face off
I pop-pop-pop, then I take off
Now you see me, now you
Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the
17 Ward bully with 17
My is how I went from poor me
To pour me a drink and celebrate with me

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