Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

1]
Trap Lord in my belly, free my nigga
Elijah smoking that smelly, is in the telly
Blind bitch name Shelly, dick under her
I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking
I was Quasey Casey rocking all that Versace
be in there sailing, smoking that Beijing
Ten in my pocket, for no reason I got it
Fuck and hit Sin City, tell that bitch to pop it
What's up with you and Purrp? I into all of that gossip
He brought the into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky about it
All I is A$AP riding in them Maybachs
40. cal, we spray that, AK brratt you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Pope - 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 Pope on my gold
My dirty niggas wanna tote nine, but we talk
I 'em hold up

All I know is that Trap Lord, 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
bitch who from 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 'round the city feeling P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

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