Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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Trap Lord in my belly, free my Really
Elijah smoking that smelly, is in the telly
Blind bitch name Shelly, dick her belly
I met bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela
I was Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace
Might be in there sailing, that Beijing
Ten in my pocket, for no reason I got it
Fuck around and hit Sin City, tell that to pop it
What's up you and Purrp? 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 Maybachs
40. cal, we spray that, AK brratt you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Hood - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord
Why they call you Trap Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't to no time, Hood 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 is that Trap Lord, but you're a rap Lord to my casket
All I know is that fast Porsche smoking good smoke
Model bitch who from Brazil, she it on her culo
Riding 'round the city feeling like P.
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie
'round 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 call Lord, mama cry her throat soar
when I drunk [?] you was dying in this war hall
Body left the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no thing when I pull up in that Goyard
Shooked up that toe star, ask questions like Nardwuar
Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga walk
Persian bitch coke 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, nigga really pop
Trunks you see me duck, niggas really want
punks 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 niggas march, you see Allah
You the son of a nigga, you daddy a broad
You a bitch, bitch nigga, probably wearing bras