Luyện nghe bài hát Toilet Mouth

Geeked-Up Records
Beats on the track
Master-Boyz here
Do you respect motherland ? This is the answer of your question... Go !

Speakin' mind, speakin'
Epileptic flow, pity for the low
gonna know
Why they callin' me
Fed up wit' em ass liars
Talkin' loud 'bout but burstin' homes to fire
Like some flowers
To a lady out the
And can't deny it
But they won't it
the fuck we livin' at ?
Do we deserve all crap ?
Dancin' brazilians, at the beach
money like we're rich
Not mad, not pissed but disappointed
Wanna slap em each, wanna strap em
You see dirty askin' coins to the streets
They get slaps, get stabbed
they get pushed to the
Growin' up no but the kush
accuse grannies and pappies for their toss
But 99 P's on that earth that loss
tryna forget sayin' that they the boss
Started from the bottom of the thing, check how much clear
You'll see the ain't that near
The taller's the queen of
everythin' all around we sufferin'
But that motherfucka it for himself
Raisin' on our land like a thief
Secretly known as a bitchy gay
Cashed out that lot called it a
Never asked but he did, all indeed
it !
Old mommas cry but they heard
Broken scream but they ain't heard
Healthy walk but they all burnt
Mr. Stupid Head, next to serve ?
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Ain't afraid of usin' my mouth
Spittin' what's in our House
Country of felicity, shit, my ass
We got brains but they 'em task
I can't lose my
Because i ain't the
force us to wear a mask
But we all know how our past