Luyện nghe bài hát Pound of Flesh / Paris Tokyo 2

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This beat I'm sorry, but her eyes were so starry
I had to get some-uhh...one up it
Hit the bricks, the coins, pick up the shit
Like a pooper scooper even dog shit was once
of the past can be the shit up in the future
I brush my off to remove my bazooka
What we doing? Deck full of spades, hold a mic Bob Barker
It's 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 behind me King Koopa
If a with me and he black he might shoot ya
And that's motherfuckin real, even my mother, is fucking,
Kitchen counter then undercover skills
Your beat is in my giving head to 'em
Stretch it out, stand up in it and call it leg
Beat the beat it's beat there's eggs to 'em
Then repeat, eat it till it sleep, wake it up
But then speak to it cause now it's like the feds to 'em
Beats trouble going to sleep cause now I'm like Fred to 'em
And if I can be any meaner, our patina was Martin and
To her I would ran, but now she like Pam
She still want the flow but now I'm damn
her away, but I had to scram back to the bullshit
Scramble to your pulpits and tell the preacher he
Beats get weaker the deeper I get
Damn right she ain't even get the shaft, I'm speaking from the tip
When the fire gone then I quit, cellphone still on the trip
So I can speak to the from the throne on my ship
And noble or sober or my nobler
with our hands and the waiter is a fan
Shout out to Mike keeping paper in my hands
Tailored Savile Row, or Mastermind
Sky six on the blazer
Drop top Aston versus Cobra, race ya
Free Rico, he do his bid
Got a father tatted on him he gone show him it is
Black dragon slayer they knowing what he did
Want everybody in Bull city eating like a pig, do it!
Durk, Mouse, Paris, Keef, Boolu, Dub, Pharris,
Drama, Common, Flict, Ye, Chance, Illinois,