Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Song

anti
rap, nigga where the at?
RZA take your I had the balls the size of bean bags
Not you're used to,
I rep the bluza
And the label gold,
jeans with
Bitches wanna us,
their pussy loofahs
Y'all niggas losers cop from the boosters
Hoes wanna up of course they gonna choose us
These stupid ass niggas wouldn't what to do
wack
niggas what they made you
The game's so trendy, that's why these labels
Cause they don't care music, just first week sales
So they say you a hit, a chart toppin' single
why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, it all night long
You get on, without a
song
So this my radio (2x)
She ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
like a rockstar
never bought a makeup
Songs with no
, but she my thang on her
with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her
Taught me how to
I'd rather see you
skeet, on the walls and her skirt
She'd rather hear a love song what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain't
Do the girl rock
and though you ugly
dirty money, but bitch I ain't above that
Ice cream job
Heavy duty not a beamer, benz, or bentley
Theres no originality, carbon copy
He made Black &
, make Black & Emo
Thats why these whack rappers, they last song
Dont about music, just radio songs