Luyện nghe bài hát STFU, Pt. 2

All I do is rap and
I don't know today's math, keep track of time
beat down, beat down your universe
Sean P AKA you the

The rapper, the worst rapper
The sket clapper, the snatcher
The neck snapper, the slapper
This your man
The opposite of a fucking Duran song
That nigga with the wack shit
My raps slap the Earth off of it's
You dealing a motherfucking boss, you bastard
Niggas die when I'm raising my voice a
Motherfucker, do you
Form a fan, it, smacked posted on YouTube
P, I the gat at your ride
Price the greatest rapper alive
Shut the up

The first verse uno, second dos
First verse is bueno, the one is boss
Back Milk was chilling
My man a bag of dust and killed his children

No fucking around, no Wilt the

Niggas that's off balance killed for tilting
I burners at bitches that's built for building
Cover your Ralph Tresvant, quilt your

Too hot, take off the hot
Expose a lot of chedder, get popped a hot Beretta
African Mandela
Idi Amin smoking the ya mean
the pound
Then I start my arms and fucking around
Niggas stop playing with Sean,
I spit prison imam
put you in a ER, pa

Shut the up