Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Rappers In Love

And my name is

There's so many in love
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

Listen up
This is Mack one o, to all niggas
On the simpin' to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, drugs and G
Talkin' all the soft shit just to a Biz-Nitch

And of all is street
And the gangsta mode
It's this, fuck a bitch
And that's the G

We used to sell raw and give toe tag
Now since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags
But me I keeps it gutter, just before
warrior so I stay prepared for war

Ain't nuttin' wit spoilin' a bitch
if you got it
Her you, you fuckin' her
Gettin' freaky and

But if it ain't ruff, it me
And I refuse to R-A-P, in R and B
You from Hardcore to pop
to be on top
I give Cool J his props and thats it stops
Gang Nigga

There's so many rappers in
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

so many rappers in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

The pussy cream
niggas ain't simpin', oh no
I'm sick of niggas, trick
Throw my radio in a ditch,
all I hear is bitch niggas

Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as
Wit bull messages and tite ass vests
hip hop, y'all needa call it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the of her head and take the cock

Hoe shut up, I'm bout to load the up
And if I hear another nigga in I'm throwin' up
it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause wit wimp bitch men
I'mma you snuff heads up

Soft get the gay channel
When I slap an R and B thug off his mothafuckin'
DJ's to let the ghetto back in the club
Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many in love
Mothafuckas pussys

so many rappers in love
On the
There's so many ass thugs
On the

There's so rappers in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

You used to be
What the fuck you lookin' for nigga
on the golf course
Wit yo golf rappers
Get off drugs, is turnin' niggas into soft thugs

Wit all these promises, straight
Bitches where yo live
I what time it is
I'm the lord, here to punish you
For lyin' to every that your runnin' to

Tryna every hoe how fly you are
You's a fool if you buy the bar
I'm buyin' two drinks, you skanks
Both of 'em mine, what chu

I gets of liquor, and pound a stripper
You gets drunk nigga, up wit her
Drivin' yo shit, it's her shit
the surface, you like her bitch
Make a nigga to his stomach

There's so many in love
On the
so many fake ass thugs
On the

There's so many in love
On the
There's so many fake ass
On the

Hey baby, I to be a gangster rapper
But now, I like flowers
I love watchin' in the park
I love long walks in the park

I love you
I watchin' yo kids
I love, I love poetry
I you