Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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Trap Lord in my belly, free my nigga
Elijah smoking smelly, ménage is in the telly
Blind name Shelly, dick under her belly
I met bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela
I was with Casey rocking all that Versace
Might be in there sailing, smoking that
Ten stacks in my pocket, for no I got it
Fuck around and hit Sin City, tell bitch to pop it
What's up with you and Purrp? I ain't all of that gossip
He brought the funk into my crew, you ask Rocky about it
All I know is A$AP in them Maybachs
40. cal, we spray that, when AK you take nap
Oh, Lord, Hood Pope - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord
Why they call you Trap Lord? you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we rhyme
I tell 'em up

All I know is Trap Lord, that Hood Pope
All I is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap Lord to my casket
All I know is that fast Porsche smoking that smoke
Model who from Brazil, she want it on her culo
'round the city feeling like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no
Riding 'round the city like P.Diddy
9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

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No reply when you call Lord, mama cry her throat soar
Liechtenstein when I drunk [?] you was dying in war hall
Body near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no thing when I pull up in that Goyard
Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like
Like can you feel your legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk
Persian bitch stack hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft
I fucked that bitch with no rubber, that bitch be so raw
Puff-puff the semi huff, nigga really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck, niggas want
Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly
And I click like Donkey Kong when I hit this
Better run you see the mob, you be seeing God
Hear the drum when my niggas march, you see Allah
You the son of a nigga, you daddy a broad
You a bitch, little nigga, probably wearing bras