Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy

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

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

Ttrying to go against him, I puppet you
Flows on strings, it is it seems, just call me Jepeto
A young market, put money in your pocket
'Cause when Pusha 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, flows demand
Like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram, pastels is
How you niggaz follow so well?
barrels encompass the heat from hell
Nigga the Franchise of Trak sales, uh

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

They'd see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees jealous niggaz
wear it on ya sleeve 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, is no fact
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome, I'm not rap kids
Wit childish antics, who diss records, who rock hat backwards
These are higher stakes, this is not average weight, this is not

Penny's, bitch, this is carrot cake, is the difference 'tween rookies
And the pros, they pattern me, they cookie cut my flow
But so, I'm one that be jeal', do as I do so I can say
"Papa you well"

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

They say the Lord windows, to open doors
Nigga make me open yours
Seen hearts beat through, open
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I

Punchline on front time, silly hoe shit
He who questions I, is
Copperfield flow yes, 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, puts me changes

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