Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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Trap Lord in my belly, free my nigga
Elijah that smelly, ménage is in the telly
Blind bitch Shelly, dick under her belly
I met that bitch at a show, she was rocking Margiela
I was with Quasey Casey all that Versace
Might be in there sailing, that Beijing
Ten stacks in my pocket, for no I got it
around and hit Sin City, tell that 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 Rocky it
All I know is riding in them Maybachs
40. cal, we that, when AK brratt you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Pope - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord
Why they call you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap to my casket
I ain't to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk
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 Porsche smoking that good smoke
Model bitch who Brazil, she want it on her culo
Riding 'round the city feeling like P.
9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie
Riding the city feeling like P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no

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