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 slut mask
of fire full I step inside fishing to cut glass
Tongue poll pillars, you're like a steak a sizzler
I'm like a lunch with no boo dip the whole crew
'Cause false moves get your whole face like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's logic
this hard dick in seconds, make your bitch massage it
You're like a forty holler from Guadalajara
Gushing to scamma motherfucker's ain't tomorrow
Badges of on the chest the flesh got wounds in it
Got inmates assholes that got balloons in it
Versace blue jeans 98 the of me
Now the of me be primarily the scent of tree
Fucking feedback, me feed back
Before I shoot you, shorty take the charge, Steve

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