Luyện nghe bài hát The Appetite

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Show it, show it, it, show it

You a weapon, I'm up in the bed head
My a hundred percent
I'm a boss, I'm not a
Got a hundred links in the (Let 'em in)
My niggas gon' ride until the engines
Victory is ceased, bitches
I might try a 50 on a ring
up like, "Where the hoes?"
Take out
Don't you compare me to those 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 like candy
Tanned peacoat tapped in, Miami coke
Cherry nine elevens, got a lot of
My lady thighs make her look
pet, she like a wild leopard
F it, I let off a couple hollow heads for leverage
is effortless, you bein' extra
Niggas say, "Wavy", an S curl
Punt, make make your curl
your girl, you leave a flesh 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, we take it
the appetite for
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,
Sex, money, drugs, sex, money,

Uh, Mr.