Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Song

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