Luyện nghe bài hát The Appetite

Once
it, show it, show it, show it

You a weapon, I'm up in the bed head
My shit a percent
I'm a boss, I'm not a
Got a links in the infantry (Let 'em in)
My niggas gon' ride until the cease
is ceased, bitches striptease
I try a 50 on a pinky ring
up like, "Where the hoes?"
Take out
Don't you ever compare me to those
Cut the top off the rose, call it Amber
I got so many hoes I'm like the lead in Cameo
But I don't like candy though
Tanned peacoat tapped in, sold Miami
nine elevens, got a lot of weapons
My lady thighs make her hind-legged
pet, she like a wild leopard
F it, I might let off a couple hollow for leverage
is effortless, you bein' extra
Niggas say, "Wavy", that's an S
Punt, make make your chest
Finesse girl, you leave a flesh world
you up, boy

Ocean's type,
If we see it, we want it, then we it
the appetite for
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,
Eleven type,
If we see it, we want it, we take it
Blame the for
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,

Uh, Mr.