Luyện nghe bài hát Toilet Mouth

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

Speakin' mind, mine
Epileptic flow, pity for the low
Everybody know
Why they me negro
Fed up em fake ass liars
Talkin' loud poverty but burstin' homes to fire
Like offerin' some
To a lady out the
And they deny it
But they won't it
Where the fuck we at ?
Do we deserve all this ?
brazilians, naked at the beach
Blowin' money like rich
Not mad, not but fuckin' disappointed
Wanna slap em each, wanna em each
You see dirty askin' coins to the streets
They get slaps, they get
they get pushed to the
Growin' up no choice but the
Some accuse grannies and pappies for toss
But 99 P's on that caused that loss
Some tryna forget sayin' they the boss
Started from the bottom of the thing, how much it's clear
You'll see the ain't that 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 bitchy gay
out that lot called it a gift
Never but he did, all this indeed
it !
Old mommas cry but they heard
Broken scream but they ain't heard
Healthy hopes walk but they all
Mr. Stupid Head, what's to serve ?
!
Ain't afraid of usin' my toilet
Spittin' what's true in our
of felicity, shit, kiss my ass
We got brains but they ditch 'em
I lose my test
Because i the rest
They force us to wear a
But we all know how our past