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 the cat's slippin', the Mac's spittin'
The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten

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

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

The got pink eye, contagious, flows high demand
Like the new Lou Monogram, pastels is cute
How you niggaz follow so well?
These barrels encompass the from hell
Nigga the of Star 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 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, than see me
Have my grieving, crouched to her knees jealous hearted niggaz
Y'all wear it on ya sleeve like a letter for the world to see
Can't the truth, decedents of pain, so y'all 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, is not pinching

Penny's, bitch, is carrot cake, this is the difference 'tween rookies
And the pros, they pattern me, they cookie cut my flow
But so, I'm never one 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 cat's slippin', the spittin'
The cat drippin, look in the mirror a fat kitten pussy

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

Punchline niggaz on front time, hoe shit
He who questions I, is
Copperfield flow yes, I'll careers disappear
Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's

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

So I got and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh
Acts but only 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 hummers to wit the anguish, oh, oh
Acts live, but only if you 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 promise you, you pussy