Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

Mister

Real shit, fuck niggas
Truth be told, I don't with them
Money my
Hating is a
Say she never did, well she learn
I got hoes, all of them dyke
Pick and nigga, all of them right
Never had shit, now my money
made a mill'? Well you finna learn

1]
Heard you mad
Wish I'm bad
I bought a Benz
paper tags
Leave your girl
I bet I'm fucking
She with me
That's why you mad
Get ass into that Jeep
Bet all she freaky
You be crazy hoe
No out of me
She give me free
to be fucking me
I that rubber on
Just know it's deep
Beat pussy down
Keep sounds
I on the mound
Knock pussy out
That's what I do
I'm on the loose
Coconuts a
Pineapple
Now coco low
I am no Joe
You such a joke
See me I'm dough
That's all I fucking do, and all I fucking
I hear them mad
One thing that you know

2]
So crank it up a
out the box
Candy coated
Bouncing my knots
Boy this fly
six a tie
Broward boy
and see me now
I might buy a house, with a pool
a bitch for fun
That's what I do
them bring the hate
I buy a coupe
Now why you mad? Because I'm stunting and you do
Get money lame
I can you things
Big shit
carat rings
Holy flow
the Holy Ghost
Mister
Tell them time to go
Now that's some gutter
I'm on some other
Mister boy
That's who you fucking
So put hate away
I'm about paid
And if he say he not
I bet nigga gay