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 fake ass
On the

up mothafuckas
This is Mack one o, to all these
On the radio simpin' to hoes
What happened to the thugs, and G hits
Talkin' all the soft shit just to please a

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

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

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

But if it ruff, it ain't 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 props and where it stops
Gang Nigga

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

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

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

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 back of her head and take the

Hoe shut up, I'm to load the fuck up
And if I hear another nigga in love I'm up
Load it up, the gun up
I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp 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 need to let the ghetto back in the
Theres too fake ass thugs, too many rappers in love
Mothafuckas stiff

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

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

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

Wit all promises, showin' straight
Bitches where yo live
I know 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 mothafuckin' if you buy the bar
I'm two drinks, fuck you skanks
of 'em mine, what chu think

I gets full of liquor, and pound a
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

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

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

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

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