Luyện nghe bài hát Pound of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2

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This your beat I'm sorry, but her eyes were so
I had to get some-uhh...one up it
Hit the bricks, drop the coins, up the shit
Like a scooper even dog shit was once eukanuba
Underdogs of the past can be the shit up in the
I brush my shoulders off to my bazooka
What we doing? Deck full of spades, hold a mic Bob Barker
manure if you new to the ways of the lupester
The base is I'm a roofer, (woo!), I'm going like fuschia
All I need is a coup and a princess me like King Koopa
If a nigga with me and he black he shoot ya
And that's real, even my mother, is fucking, real
Kitchen counter then undercover skills
Your beat is in my bedroom giving to 'em
Stretch it out, up in it and call it leg room
the beat till it's beat there's eggs to 'em
Then repeat, eat it till it sleep, then it up
But then don't speak to it now it's like the feds to 'em
Beats having trouble going to sleep now I'm like Fred to 'em
And if I can be any meaner, our was Martin and Gina
To her I would have ran, but now she Pam
She want the flow but now I'm like damn
her away, but I had to scram back to the bullshit
Scramble to your pulpits and tell the he legit
Beats get weaker the that I get
Damn right she ain't even get the shaft, I'm just speaking the tip
When the fire gone then I quit, cellphone still on the trip
So I can speak to the choir the throne on my ship
And noble or or my song nobler
with our hands and the waiter is a fan
Shout out to Mike keeping paper in my hands
Savile Row, or Mastermind Japan
Sky six on the blazer
Drop top Aston versus Cobra, I'mma ya
Rico, before he do his bid
Got a father tatted on him he show him where it is
Black dragon they ain't knowing what he did
everybody in Bull city eating like a pig, lets do it!
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris,
Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois,