Luyện nghe bài hát Toilet Mouth

Geeked-Up Records
Hustler Beats on the
Master-Boyz here
Do you motherland ? This is the answer of your question... Let's Go !

Speakin' mind, speakin'
Epileptic flow, goin' for the low
Everybody know
Why callin' me negro
Fed up em fake ass liars
Talkin' loud poverty but burstin' homes to fire
offerin' some flowers
To a lady out the
And they deny it
But they allow it
the fuck we livin' at ?
Do we deserve all crap ?
Dancin' brazilians, naked at the
Blowin' money we're rich
Not mad, not pissed but fuckin'
Wanna slap em each, strap em each
You see dirty kids askin' to the streets
They get slaps, get stabbed
they get pushed to the
up no choice but the kush
Some accuse grannies and pappies for their
But 99 P's on that earth that loss
Some tryna forget sayin' that they the
Started from the bottom of the thing, how much it's clear
You'll see the well ain't near
The the queen of queers
Poisoned all around we sufferin'
But that motherfucka it for himself
Raisin' funds on our like a thief
Secretly known as a gay milf
Cashed out that lot called it a
Never but he did, all this indeed
it !
Old mommas cry but ain't heard
Broken roads scream but they ain't
hopes walk but they all burnt
Mr. Head, what's next to serve ?
!
Ain't afraid of my toilet mouth
Spittin' true in our House
Country of felicity, shit, my ass
We got but they ditch 'em task
I lose my test
Because i ain't the
They force us to wear a
But we all know how our past