Luyện nghe bài hát Warlord Leather

Dipped and writ his own
Chest full of told the bitch it was cancer
Hit the road for months
For the fan in the front row, getting out
Screaming "whoa" his hands up
The glorious is back
In hoodie like a vein that collapsed cause it's black
shotty in the Mazda, back of a lap and his
Daddy lacked an answer, he never had one
all low on the counter what the grass done
Higher the mass ton
Five star telly, belly on the bad one
Heavy with the raps way cause a chip em out
Be what attract the bitches
Switchin' brackets with the taxes never different
Boney think he's thin, kind of baggy
some niggas that be trappin', shippin' packages
Their is up
Got my mama tripping like she jogging and her touch
Now I'm at the stressin'
Fidget with the zipper on the leather
Whisky the spliff, because it goes more better
Why bench him if he's scoring full court pressure

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

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

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