Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

1]
Trap in my belly, free my nigga Really
Elijah smoking that smelly, ménage is in the
Blind bitch name Shelly, dick her belly
I met bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking Margiela
I was with Casey rocking all that Versace
Might be in there sailing, smoking that
Ten in my pocket, for no reason I got it
Fuck and hit Sin City, tell that bitch to pop it
What's up you and Purrp? 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 spray that, when AK you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Hood - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord
Why they you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time, Hood on my gold shine
My dirty niggas tote nine, but we talk rhyme
I tell 'em up

All I know is that Lord, that Hood Pope
All I know is that Trap Lord, but a rap Lord to my casket
All I know is that fast Porsche smoking that good
Model bitch who from Brazil, she it on her culo
Riding 'round the feeling like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no
'round the city feeling like P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

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No reply when you Lord, mama cry 'til her throat soar
Liechtenstein 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 questions like
Like can you feel your fucking legs? I bet that nigga cannot
Persian bitch stack coke hard, white 'till her nose soft
I fucked that bitch with no rubber, cause bitch be so raw
Puff-puff when the semi huff, really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really
Y'all can't see the God trap, truly Lord
And I click like Donkey Kong when I hit this
Better run you see the mob, you be seeing God
Hear the when my niggas march, you gon' see Allah
You the son of a bitch nigga, you a broad
You a bitch, little bitch nigga, wearing bras