Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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

All I know is that Lord, that Hood Pope
All I know is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap to my casket
All I know is that fast Porsche that good smoke
Model bitch who from Brazil, she it on her culo
Riding 'round the city feeling P. Diddy
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, mama cry her throat soar
Liechtenstein when I drunk [?] you was dying in this war
Body left the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no fucking thing when I 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 coke hard, sniff white 'till her nose soft
I fucked bitch with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
Puff-puff the semi huff, nigga really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really
Y'all punks 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 drum when my niggas march, you see Allah
You the son of a bitch nigga, you a broad
You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably bras