Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Rappers In Love

And my name is

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

up mothafuckas
This is one o, to all these niggas
On the radio to these hoes
What happened to the thugs, and G hits
Talkin' all the soft shit to please a Biz-Nitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fake ass R&B in hot as sweaters
Wit shit messages and tite ass vests
Fuck hip hop, y'all call it simp hop
Sock that bitch in the back of her head and the cock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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