Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Song

anti
rap, nigga where the at?
RZA take sweat I had the balls the size of bean bags
Not you're used to,
I rep the bluza
And the label gold,
jeans medusas
wanna scoop us,
their like loofahs
Y'all niggas losers cop clothes from the
Hoes wanna choose up of course they gonna us
These stupid ass wouldn't know what to do
wack
niggas what they made you
The game's so trendy, that's why labels fail
Cause don't care about music, just first week sales
So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin'
That's why called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, play it all long
You get on, without a
song
So this my song (2x)
She ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
Party like a
never bought a makeup
with no villains
, but she feel my on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it on her
me how to Dougie
I'd rather see you
skeet, on the walls and her skirt
She'd rather 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 above that
Ice paint job
duty Chevy not a beamer, benz, or bentley
Theres no originality, carbon singles
He made & Yellow
, make Black & Emo
Thats why these whack rappers, never last song
Dont about music, just radio songs