Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

1]
Trap Lord in my belly, my nigga Really
Elijah that smelly, ménage is in the telly
Blind bitch name Shelly, under her belly
I met that bitch at a show, she was rocking Margiela
I was with Quasey Casey rocking all Versace
Might be in there sailing, smoking that
Ten stacks in my pocket, for no I got it
Fuck around and hit Sin City, that bitch to pop it
What's up with you and I ain't into all of that gossip
He brought the into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it
All I know is A$AP riding in them
40. cal, we spray that, AK brratt you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope - oh, Lord, Trap Lord
Why they call you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my
I ain't bowing to no time, Pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we rhyme
I tell 'em up

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

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No reply when you call Lord, cry 'til her throat soar
when I drunk [?] you was dying in this war hall
Body left near the staircase courtesy of the mob
Don't mean no fucking when I pull up in that Goyard
Shooked up from that toe star, ask like Nardwuar
Like can you feel your fucking 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 when the semi huff, really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck, niggas want
punks can't see the God trap, truly Lord
And I click Donkey Kong when I hit this long
Better run when you see the mob, you be God
Hear the when my niggas march, you gon' see Allah
You the son of a bitch nigga, you a broad
You a bitch, little bitch nigga, wearing bras