Luyện nghe bài hát STFU, Pt. 2

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

The best rapper, the worst
The clapper, the purse snatcher
The neck snapper, the Earth
your man Sean
The opposite of a Duran Duran song
That nigga with the wack shit
My raps slap the off of it's axis
You dealing a motherfucking boss, you bastard
Niggas die when I'm raising my a ratchet
Motherfucker, do you
a fan, cast it, smacked posted on YouTube
P, I the gat at your ride
Sean Price the rapper alive
the fuck up

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

No fucking around, no Wilt the

that's off balance gets killed for tilting
I bang at bitches that's built for building
Cover your Tresvant, quilt your feelings

Too hot, off the hot sweater
Expose a lot of chedder, get popped with a hot
boss Mandela
Idi Amin smoking the ya mean
Clutching the
Then I start my arms and fucking around
stop playing with Sean, listen
I spit imam bars
put you in a ER, pa

Shut the up