Luyện nghe bài hát Self

Maybe this the you listen to in
your car when you driving home at night
Really questioning god, religion, Kanye, bitches
Maybe is the interest before you get to the river
I had him before the heathen no reason for you to me
Maybe this your wifey wanting a clean divorce
The baby ain't yours
That's really for babies
The chicken under-seasoned
Y'all really thought a bitch couldn't rap
Maybe this answer for that,
the crack era, the administration?
And niggas are still of
Nah this is for me
This one for TT at the offering the mac and the cheese
This one a small apology for all the that I screened

Mr. money man, Mr. day he got me
Mr. wifing me down, Mr. me love, Mr.
Miscellaneous, Mr. molly inside my
Incredible, emptiness in my body
Heaven's only four-feet
I set my to it
Fucked your rapper homie now his ass is better music
My teaching ninth-grade English
My wrote a thesis on colonialism
In conversation with a system in love with Jesus
And y'all still thought a bitch rap huh?
this your answer for that
Good pussy, I know niggas only talk about money and pussy