Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume

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Trap Lord in my belly, free my nigga
Elijah that smelly, ménage is in the telly
Blind name Shelly, dick under her belly
I met that bitch at a fashion show, she was rocking
I was with Quasey Casey rocking all that
Might be in there sailing, smoking that
Ten stacks in my pocket, for no 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 that
He brought the funk into my crew, you gotta ask Rocky it
All I know is A$AP in them Maybachs
40. cal, we that, when AK brratt you take nap
Oh, Lord, that Hood - oh, Lord, that Trap Lord
Why they call you Lord? Cause you a rap lord to my casket
I ain't bowing to no time, Hood Pope on my gold
My niggas 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 you're a rap to my casket
All I is that fast Porsche smoking that good smoke
bitch who from Brazil, she want it on her culo
Riding 'round the feeling like P. Diddy
Glock 9 in my silk shirt, nigga, no Pac and no
Riding 'round the city like P.Diddy
Glock 9 in my shirt, nigga, no Pac and no Biggie

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No reply when you call Lord, mama cry 'til her throat
Liechtenstein when I drunk [?] you was dying in war hall
Body left near the staircase courtesy of the mob
Don't mean no fucking thing when I pull up in that
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, sniff white 'till her soft
I fucked that with no rubber, cause that bitch be so raw
Puff-puff when the semi huff, really gonna pop
Trunks when you see me duck, niggas really
Y'all punks see the God trap, truly Lord
And I click like Donkey when I hit this long
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 daddy a
You a bitch, little bitch nigga, probably wearing