Luyện nghe bài hát Warlord Leather

Dipped and his own ransom
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 bastard is back
In that hoodie like a that collapsed cause it's black
shotty in the Mazda, back of a lap and his
Daddy an answer, cause he never had one
Eyes all low on the counter the grass done
than the mass ton
Five star telly, nice on the bad one
with the raps way cause a nigga chip em out
Be really attract the bitches
Switchin' brackets with the taxes never different
Boney nigga think thin, kind of baggy
With some that be trappin', shippin' packages
Their is up
Got my mama tripping she jogging and her ankles touch
Now I'm at the Waldorf
Fidget with the zipper on the warlord
Whisky with the spliff, because it more better
Why bench him if he's scoring under full pressure

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

Your bitch smells like Sway's hat
I'm like Swayze mixed with Sajak, in a straight
Aim the at your facial bracket
You can't escape magic
My mind make the fishes in strange patterns
in the bay, Saturn
Switchblades, new face, get the tatted
Inside my look shattered
backwards off a ladder
EBT card got my baby face on it
Big checks my name on it, put my name on it
My is on the pen, cause I'm a G
Looking for some other shit, send 'em the street
Can't even compute on how much I spent on then
I spent up about a thousand Yen just on the feet
Another twenty seven Yen just for the heat
Play the with my teeth (Yeyeyeye-ya)
called him off the bench, told his ass to sit down
Motherfucker you picked up in the sixth round
Throw him in the tub filled with hot sauce
I'm laid back, sucked, eatin' nachos

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