Luyện nghe bài hát Toilet Mouth

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

Speakin' mind, speakin'
Epileptic flow, pity for the low
gonna know
Why they me negro
Fed up wit' em ass liars
Talkin' loud 'bout poverty but burstin' homes to
offerin' some flowers
To a out the shower
And they deny it
But they allow it
Where the we livin' at ?
Do we all this crap ?
Dancin' brazilians, at the beach
Blowin' like we're rich
Not mad, not pissed but disappointed
Wanna em each, wanna strap em each
You see dirty kids askin' coins to the
get slaps, they get stabbed
they get to the bush
Growin' up no but the kush
Some accuse and pappies for their toss
But 99 P's on that earth caused loss
Some tryna forget that they the boss
Started the bottom of the thing, check how much it's clear
see the well ain't that near
The the queen of queers
Poisoned everythin' all around we
But that motherfucka it for himself
funds on our land like a thief
Secretly known as a bitchy gay
Cashed out that lot called it a
Never but he did, all this indeed
it !
Old mommas cry but they heard
Broken roads scream but they heard
Healthy hopes walk but all burnt
Mr. Stupid Head, what's next to ?
!
Ain't afraid of my toilet mouth
what's true in our House
Country of felicity, shit, my ass
We got brains but they ditch 'em
I can't my test
Because i ain't the
They us to wear a mask
But we all know how our past