Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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

All I know is that Trap Lord, that Hood
All I know is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap Lord to my
All I know is that fast Porsche smoking good smoke
Model bitch who 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 feeling P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

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