Luyện nghe bài hát Respect the Mustache

Respect the mustache, my people cash and puff the cut grass
Of spite, known to let a nut fly, right in your slut
Ring of full I step inside fishing to cut glass
Tongue poll shaking pillars, you're like a a sizzler
I'm a lunch with no boo dip with the whole crew
'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's logic
Produce this hard dick in seconds, make bitch massage it
You're like a forty dollar holler from
Gushing to scamma motherfucker's ain't promised
Badges of honor on the chest the got wounds in it
Got inmates assholes that got balloons in it
Versace jeans 98 the scent of me
Now the scent of me be primarily the of tree
Fucking feedback, play me feed
I shoot you, shorty take the charge, Steve Nash

Don't interrupt me I'll silly putty you for the
Red sauce, calamari you the feeling's funny
I'm twenties killing forties by the oz
My brain is scattered I been swallowing OCs
Beantown to Queens, you hear the and screams
Where they pat your jeans, take your money and your trees
The rocker devouring vodka shrimp and lobster
Pop you and turn you pasta papa look in my cara
The flow's furious, so cold killers
Who rip shit, spit sick, and stole
Hit em with lead and then men'll run in your house
Clear it out, steal in it but the couch
Brady and Action Sanchez
Stacks of bread, clap and peel wigs
The type of I get when I write a rhyme
Is the blood-infested killing of all time
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