Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

Mister

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

1]
Heard you mad
Wish I'm bad
I just bought a
Talking paper
Leave girl around
I bet I'm fucking
She coming me
why you really mad
Get ass into that Jeep
Bet all that she
You must be hoe
No out of me
She me pussy free
Proud to be me
I slide rubber on
Just know it's going
Beat that pussy
repeating sounds
I step on the
Knock that out
just what I do
Bitch I'm on the
Coconuts a
Pineapple
Now that's low
I am no Joe
You niggas such a
See me I'm counting
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 with my
Boy nigga fly
six a tie
Broward boy
and see me now
I might buy a house, with a pool
Bring a for fun
That's what I do
Tell them bring the
I might buy a
Now why you mad? I'm stunting and you never do
Get your lame
I can you things
Big nigga
carat rings
Holy molly
Catch the Ghost
Snatch-Them-All
Tell it's time to go
Now that's gutter shit
I'm on some shit
Mister boy
who you fucking with
So put your hate
I'm getting paid
And if he say he not
I bet nigga gay