Luyện nghe bài hát So Many Rappers In Love

And my is Larry

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

Listen up
is Mack one o, to all these niggas
On the radio simpin' to 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 like this, fuck a
And that's the G

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

Ain't nuttin' wrong wit spoilin' a
if you got it
Her suckin' you, you her
Gettin' and erotic

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

There's so many rappers in
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

The pussy cream
Real niggas simpin', oh no
I'm of niggas, trick niggas
Throw my radio in a ditch,
all I hear is bitch niggas

Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as
Wit bull shit messages and tite ass
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 bout to the fuck up
And if I hear another in love I'm throwin' up
Load it up, the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit bitch men
fuck you snuff heads up

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gets of liquor, and pound a stripper
You gets nigga, pull 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 rappers in
On the
There's so fake ass thugs
On the

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

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

I just you
I love yo kids
I love, I just love
I you