Luyện nghe bài hát Toilet Mouth

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

Speakin' mind, speakin'
Epileptic flow, pity for the low
gonna know
Why callin' me negro
Fed up wit' em ass liars
Talkin' loud 'bout poverty but burstin' homes to
Like some flowers
To a lady out the
And they deny it
But they won't it
Where the we livin' at ?
Do we all this crap ?
Dancin' brazilians, at the beach
Blowin' money like we're
Not mad, not pissed but fuckin'
Wanna slap em each, wanna em each
You see dirty kids coins to the streets
They get slaps, get stabbed
they get pushed to the
up no choice but the kush
Some accuse and pappies for their toss
But 99 P's on earth caused that loss
Some tryna sayin' that they the boss
from the bottom of the thing, check how much it's clear
You'll see the well ain't that
The taller's the of queers
Poisoned all around we sufferin'
But that motherfucka it for himself
Raisin' funds on our land a thief
Secretly known as a bitchy gay
Cashed out that lot it a gift
Never asked but he did, all indeed
it !
Old mommas cry but they heard
Broken roads scream but they ain't
Healthy walk but they all burnt
Mr. Head, what's next to serve ?
!
Ain't afraid of usin' my toilet
Spittin' true in our House
of felicity, shit, kiss my ass
We got but they ditch 'em task
I lose my test
Because i ain't the
They force us to a mask
But we all know how look our