Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Rappers In Love

And my name is

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

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

And some of all is
And know the gangsta
It's like this, fuck a
And the G code

We used to raw kill and give toe tag
Now ever 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags
But me I it gutter, just like before
I'mma so I stay prepared for war

nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a bitch
if you got it
Her you, you fuckin' her
freaky and erotic

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

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

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

The pussy cream
Real ain't simpin', oh no
I'm of niggas, trick niggas
my radio in a ditch, nigga
'Cause all I hear is niggas

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

Hoe shut up, I'm to load the fuck up
And if I hear another in love I'm throwin' up
it up, pick the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit bitch men
I'mma fuck you snuff up

Soft niggas get the gay
When I slap an R and B off his mothafuckin' piano
DJ's need to let the ghetto back in the
Theres too many fake ass thugs, too many rappers in
Mothafuckas pussys

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

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

You used to be
What the you lookin' hard for nigga
Standin' on the course
Wit yo golf club
Get off drugs, xtasy is turnin' niggas into soft

Wit all these promises, showin'
Bitches yo mama live
I know time it is
I'm the game lord, to punish you
For lyin' to every bitch your runnin' to

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

I gets full of liquor, and a stripper
You gets nigga, pull up wit her
Drivin' yo shit, it's her shit
Under the surface, you her bitch
a nigga sick to his stomach

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

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

Hey baby, I used to be a rapper
But now, I like flowers
I love birds in the park
I love takin' long walks in the

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