Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

1]
Trap Lord in my belly, free my Really
Elijah smoking smelly, ménage is in the telly
bitch name Shelly, dick under her belly
I met that bitch at a show, she was rocking Margiela
I was Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace
Might be in sailing, smoking that Beijing
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 the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it
All I know is A$AP in them Maybachs
40. cal, we that, when AK brratt you take nap
Oh, Lord, Hood Pope - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord
Why they call you Trap Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time, Pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk
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 know is that fast Porsche that good smoke
Model bitch who Brazil, she want it on her culo
Riding 'round the city like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no
Riding the city feeling like P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no

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No when you call Lord, mama cry 'til her throat soar
Liechtenstein when I [?] you was dying in this war hall
Body left near the courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no fucking thing when I up in that Goyard
Shooked up from that toe star, ask questions like
can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot walk
Persian bitch stack coke hard, sniff white 'till her soft
I that bitch with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
when the semi huff, nigga really gonna pop
Trunks you see me duck, niggas really want
Y'all punks can't see the God trap, truly
And I like 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, bitch nigga, probably wearing bras