Luyện nghe bài hát Warlord Leather

Dipped and writ his own
full of spliffs told the bitch it was cancer
Hit the for some months
For the fan in the row, getting punched out
Screaming "whoa" his hands up
The glorious bastard is
In that hoodie like a vein that cause it's black
Sittin' shotty in the Mazda, of a lap and his
Daddy lacked an answer, he never had one
Eyes all low on the counter what the grass
Higher than the ton
star telly, nice belly on the bad one
Heavy with the raps way cause a nigga em out
Be really what the bitches
Switchin' with the taxes never actin' different
Boney nigga think he's thin, kind of
With some niggas that be trappin', shippin'
Their is up
Got my mama tripping like she jogging and her touch
Now I'm at the Waldorf
Fidget the zipper on the warlord leather
Whisky with the spliff, because it goes better
Why bench him if he's scoring under court pressure

Put me in
Put me in
I got this man I'm on fire
you

Your bitch pussy smells like hat
I'm like Swayze with Sajak, in a straight jacket
Aim the at your facial bracket
You escape great magic
My mind make the fishes swim in strange
Drift in the bay,
Switchblades, new face, get the face
my lungs look shattered
Hanging backwards off a
EBT card got my baby momma on it
Big checks my name on it, put my name on it
My face is on the pen, I'm a G
Looking for other shit, send 'em down the street
Can't even compute on how much I spent on retreat
I up about a eleven thousand Yen just on the feet
Another twenty seven Yen just for the heat
Play the guitar my teeth (Yeyeyeye-ya)
Coach called him off the bench, his ass to sit down
you were picked up in the sixth round
Throw him in the tub that's filled with hot
I'm back, gettin' sucked, eatin' nachos

You know it's me
(You know me)
And me again
legs in the building