Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play

* to luke, as it appeared on his album of the aforementioned title

Intro:

Yo, a fucked-up thing! I gotta bring kid n' play on this motherfuckin'
Album here, two punk-ass niggas - yo, check this out, what i'ma do
Is i'ma go get last year's rookie of the year, jt money of clan,
This year's rookie of the year, bustdown - yo, bustdown, some of
That west bank shit on fuck niggas!!

Verse 1:

Well, I'm up as a rhyme conveyor
Luke records in the for the payback, player
Kid n' play can a dick! get me a mic and a 40
And let a real wreck shit
To me you're walking on a tightrope. instead of
To be real, you're steady sweatin' them folks
Keep runnin' big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get your whipped out!
Then play you to the back seat
'cause I'm runnin' more game than a track meet
As if you didn't know, huh, you're
a west bank dicksman, hoe
But anyway, I got a rhyme to
Get your draws out ass, quit frontin', my nigga
'cause if you don't, well you'll keep dissed on
And if I see you at a show and you're slippin', gettin' pissed on!

(4x):
[what about kid n' ]
[wick-wick-wack!]

Verse 2: jt

Now for starters, kids I don't play
'cause y'all fuck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway
Jt I the house, niggas, it
Tryin' to my nigga luke to sell your wack record?
Let me talk the kid. i remember
Some ol' coochie-nigga you did
When we was up in new
You was followin' luke, talkin' 'bout, "we talk!"
On that man's dick, got your ass
Open and talkin' that bullshit
Both movies, I boo 'em, you had hoes,
But you wasn't stickin' to 'em
Thought they was fantastic. but the
fuckin' movie, kid was gettin' his ass kicked
And 'bout that nigga play - he needs to
Get dissed he's a punk nigga anyway
Be 'round kissin' hoes, while I'm dissin' hoes
And stabbin 'em with poles
You to try to lay pipe in 'em
Oh, I forgot - punks don't women
Now tryin' to diss somebody
At the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's parties
Now outta gas, with two motherfuckin'
Punk-haters on yo' ass, jt and
Now see you hoe niggas get tough now
Get the out your ass, dick-suckers!
...and fuck them motherfuckers.

Verse 3:

Now let me put my boy kid in his
With them wick-wack rhymes like rob base!
if I have to come tag that ass,
I'ma max, wax, tax and that ass!
I get sharp a ice pick
I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic as a vice grip
You couldn't deal with the
I'm and calm, but on the mike I'm a bomb threat
So get real
I got a heart like and a dick like steel
You wanna diss, please!
You got a flat top thicker commodity cheese!
left it up to me and jt
To take it from the bottom to the
I your second house party; it figures:
Two parties for two house-ass niggas!

Outro:

Two house motherfuckin' niggas. do y'all niggas what a house
Nigga is? a house nigga is a nigga who work in the house. who
The master's ass, who cleans behind the master, who the master's
Ass. y'all niggas. i'ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in miami.
why y'all niggas can't understand us, y'all fuck-niggas talkin' too
Much shit, y'all niggas better watch what you 'cause y'all fuck-
Niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get fucked up here. yo, this out -
Miami is closed to y'all niggas. y'all barred. y'all come here no
More, fuck-niggas. can't sell no more records here. and if all real
Niggas in the world is real like us, y'all don't buy them shit
No more. 'cause they ain't shit. pussy niggas.