Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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Trap Lord in my belly, my nigga Really
Elijah smoking smelly, ménage is in the telly
Blind name Shelly, dick under her belly
I met that bitch at a show, she was rocking Margiela
I was with Casey rocking all that Versace
Might be in there sailing, smoking 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 you and Purrp? I ain't into all of that gossip
He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky it
All I is A$AP riding in them Maybachs
40. cal, we spray that, when AK brratt you nap
Oh, Lord, that Hood Pope - oh, Lord, Trap Lord
Why they you Trap Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't to no time, Hood Pope on my gold shine
My dirty wanna tote nine, but we talk rhyme
I 'em hold 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 that good smoke
bitch who from Brazil, she want it on her culo
Riding 'round the city feeling P. Diddy
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 call Lord, mama cry 'til her soar
Liechtenstein when I drunk [?] you was dying in this war
left near the staircase courtesy of the whole mob
Don't mean no thing when I pull up in that Goyard
Shooked up from that toe star, ask like Nardwuar
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 with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
Puff-puff the semi huff, nigga really gonna pop
Trunks you see me duck, niggas really want
punks can't see the God trap, truly Lord
And I click Donkey Kong when I hit this 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 bitch nigga, you a broad
You a bitch, bitch nigga, probably wearing bras