Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy

I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat
A cat's slippin', is a cat
Why I say that? the cat's slippin', the Mac's
The cat drippin', in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy

All I wanted up was remote controls
Now my life remote control, hit the block
control, got ghetto corners choking slow
Grand mama go to church to soak my soul, oh
This one's for my foes, find yourself, in a hopeless

Ttrying to go him, I puppet you Pinocchio
on strings, it is what it seems, just call me Jepeto
A young stock market, put in your pocket
'Cause Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it
I rose ya, pink diamond ya, hah? Set it in a rhyme now

The industry got pink eye, contagious, high demand
Like the new Lou Monogram, pastels is cute
How you niggaz suits so well?
These barrels encompass the heat from
Nigga the Franchise of Star sales, uh

I in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat grippin'
A cat's slippin', is a cat
Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's
The cat drippin', look in the you's a fat kitten pussy

They'd rather see me not breathing, see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, to her knees jealous hearted niggaz
Y'all wear it on ya like a scarlet letter for the world to see
Can't hide the truth, decedents of pain, so get exposed

Like the sons of Hussein, my game weight grown, this is no
When cats was at hoop, I was Brome, I'm not these rap kids
Wit childish antics, who make records, who rock hat backwards
are higher stakes, this is not average weight, this is not pinching

Penny's, bitch, this is carrot cake, this is the difference 'tween
And the pros, they pattern after me, they cookie cut my
But so, I'm never one be jeal', do as I do so I can say
"Papa you well"

I ain't in to fat lippin', I'm in to gat
A cat's slippin', is a cat
Why I say that? the slippin', the Mac's spittin'
The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten

They say the Lord closes windows, to open
Nigga don't me open yours
Seen beat through, open sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, why I ignore

niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit
He who questions I, is
Copperfield yes, I'll make careers disappear
Like hocus, pocus, no joke, Push'

Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who me, curse me?
But doing me, it hurts me so, me through changes

So I got porsche's and hummers to wit the anguish, oh, oh
Acts live but only if you speak the language and the is comic view
Star Trak, the movement, who you pay to?
You don't want it with them boys, I promice you, you pussy
changes

So I got porsche's and to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh
Acts live, but only if you speak the language and the is comic view
Star the movement, who you pay homage to?
You don't want it with them boys, this I you, you pussy