Luyện nghe bài hát Pussy Ass Kid & Hoe Ass Play

* credited to luke, as it 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 pussy punk-ass - yo, check this out, what i'ma do
Is i'ma go get last year's rookie of the year, jt money of clan,
year's rookie of the year, bustdown - yo, bustdown, kick some of
That west shit on these fuck niggas!!

Verse 1:

Well, I'm first up as a conveyor
Luke 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 runnin' big mouth, but if you come to my hood,
You'll get your whipped out!
Then i'ma play you to the back
'cause I'm runnin' more game than a meet athlete
As if you didn't know, huh, you're
With a bank dicksman, hoe
But anyway, I got a to deliver
Get your draws out your ass, quit frontin', my
'cause if you don't, you'll keep gettin dissed on
And if I see you at a show and you're slippin', you're gettin' on!

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

Verse 2: jt

Now for starters, with kids I don't
'cause some fuck-ass, punk-ass, coochie niggas anyway
Jt I the house, niggas, it
Tryin' to diss my nigga luke to sell your wack
Let me talk the kid. i remember
ol' coochie-nigga shit 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 you're talkin' bullshit
movies, I boo 'em, 'cause you had hoes,
But you stickin' pipe to 'em
Thought they was fantastic. but the
Whole movie, kid was gettin' his ass kicked
And that other nigga play - he needs to
Get dissed 'cause he's a nigga anyway
Be 'round here kissin' hoes, I'm dissin' hoes
And stabbin 'em with fishin'
You need to try to lay in 'em
Oh, I - punks don't like women
Now you're tryin' to diss
At the rapper, you was hangin' 'round luke's parties
Now you're outta gas, two motherfuckin'
on yo' ass, jt and bustdown
Now let's see you hoe niggas get now
Get the rubbers out ass, dick-suckers!
...and fuck them motherfuckers.

Verse 3:

Now let me put my boy kid in his
With wick-wack rhymes soundin' like rob base!
'cause if I have to come tag ass,
max, wax, tax and drag that ass!
I get sharp a ice pick
I'm on a hype tip, holdin' mic as a vice grip
You couldn't with the concept
I'm collected and calm, but on the mike I'm a bomb
So get real
I got a heart like gold and a dick like
You wanna diss, please!
You got a flat top than 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 house parties for two niggas!

Outro:

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