Luyện nghe bài hát The Appetite

Once
Show it, 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 hundred links in the (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 Amber
I got so many hoes I'm like the lead singer in
But I taste like candy though
peacoat tapped in, sold Miami coke
Cherry nine elevens, got a lot of
My lady thighs her look hind-legged
Exotic pet, she a wild leopard
F it, I might let off a couple hollow heads for
This is effortless, you bein'
Niggas say, "Wavy", that's an S
Punt, make make chest curl
Finesse your girl, you leave a flesh
you up, boy

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

Uh, Mr.