Luyện nghe bài hát The Appetite

Once
Show it, show it, it, show it

You a weapon, I'm up in the bed blowin'
My shit a hundred
I'm a boss, I'm not a
Got a links in the infantry (Let 'em in)
My niggas gon' ride the engines cease
Victory is ceased, bitches
I might try a 50 on a ring
up like, "Where the hoes?"
Take out
Don't you ever compare me to sambos
Cut the top off the rose, call it Rose
I got so many hoes I'm like the singer in Cameo
But I don't taste candy though
Tanned peacoat in, sold Miami coke
Cherry nine elevens, got a lot of
My thighs make her look hind-legged
Exotic pet, she like a wild
F it, I let off a couple hollow heads for leverage
This is effortless, you extra
Niggas say, "Wavy", that's an S
Punt, make your chest curl
Finesse your girl, you leave a world
you up, boy

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

Uh, Mr.