Luyện nghe bài hát Racks

I can't fuck with ho
I trust these old niggas
Wake up early in the
Eat pussy like cold pizza
Hater ass niggas be blocking
like some goalkeepers
There's a reason for
My kill for no reason
Camo shorts, the whole
hoodie, I'm the grim reaper
Look like it's for spring cleaning
Brand new street-sweeper
Been in the game, I'm
I good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas and ready
To set it off: Queen
Got a with a drum
Split swishers my thumb
Get money Donald Trump
Double barrel on that
kush I got ain't no chump
Get stupid and get
Two I call Kriss Kross
Kriss make you jump
I do what a nigga do
Got goons, I ain't gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad by the pool
I like my bitches in

go, I stick it and move
G code: I to the rules
night I got so high
Swear to god, I went to the
I want that shit you get no where
You pussy boy, do that
If I don't do nothing, bald
No hair.
on that "oh yeah"
My tote that hardware
What you woadie?
My niggas about warfare
Real since day one
Cause I ain't day two
Throw that at me
Bitch, I I'm Babe Ruth
top Maybach on the way
Yeah that's that new
She hit me with her
I'm gonna hit her with rattle snake!

Guns clap like cake
Blood red bandana face
them pussies pop theyself
You can that "masterbate"
I don't don't fabricate
I get high, I
f baby bitch
The f is for
Louisiana from swamp
I'mma pull bitch out and dump
Better run like gump
Fuck you and you from
3-2 I am the one: job done!
I ball 24/7, 3 6 5, 12
What's up redbone, up caramel
Come to Wayne's world, a fairy tale
Yeah I'm high bitch, bitch I
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