Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play

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

Intro:

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

Verse 1:

Well, I'm up as a rhyme conveyor
records in the house for the payback, player
Kid n' play can a dick! get me a mic and a 40
And let a real nigga shit
To me you're on a tightrope. instead of tryin'
To be real, you're steady sweatin' them folks
Keep your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get asshole whipped out!
i'ma play you to the back seat
'cause I'm more game than a track meet athlete
As if you know, huh, you're dealing
With a west dicksman, hoe
But anyway, I got a rhyme to
Get your draws out your ass, frontin', my nigga
'cause if you don't, well you'll gettin dissed on
And if I see you at a and you're slippin', you're 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 diss my nigga luke to sell wack record?
Let me talk the kid. i remember
Some ol' coochie-nigga you did
we was up in new york
You was luke, talkin' 'bout, "we gotta talk!"
On that dick, got your ass wide
Open and you're that bullshit
movies, I boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,
But you stickin' pipe to 'em
Thought they was fantastic. but the
Whole fuckin' movie, kid was his ass kicked
And 'bout that other nigga - he needs to
Get dissed 'cause a punk nigga anyway
Be here kissin' hoes, while I'm dissin' hoes
And stabbin 'em with poles
You to try to lay pipe in 'em
Oh, I - punks don't like women
Now you're to diss somebody
At the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's parties
Now outta gas, with two motherfuckin'
on yo' ass, jt and bustdown
Now see you hoe niggas get tough now
Get the rubbers out ass, dick-suckers!
...and fuck pussy motherfuckers.

Verse 3:

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

Outro:

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