Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play

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

Intro:

Yo, it's a fucked-up thing! I gotta bring kid n' play on 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, kick of
That bank shit on these fuck 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 wreck
To me you're walking on a tightrope. instead of
To be real, you're steady sweatin' them folks
runnin' your big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get asshole 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, dealing
With a bank dicksman, hoe
But anyway, I got a rhyme to
Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin', my
'cause if you don't, well you'll gettin dissed on
And if I see you at a show and you're slippin', you're pissed on!

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

Verse 2: jt

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

Verse 3:

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

Outro:

Two house motherfuckin' niggas. do y'all niggas what a house
Nigga is? a house nigga is a who work in the house. who cleans
The master's ass, who cleans the master, who wash the master's
Ass. y'all niggas. i'ma feel niggas, we feel niggas here in miami.
That's why y'all can't understand us, y'all fuck-niggas talkin' too
Much shit, niggas better watch what you sayin' 'cause y'all fuck-
Niggas, y'all don't know, y'all get up here. yo, check this out -
Miami is closed to y'all niggas. y'all barred. y'all can't here no
More, fuck-niggas. y'all can't 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. 'cause ain't shit. pussy punk-ass niggas.