Luyện nghe bài hát Wise Ass

( 1 )
I love a stunt that's down to sniff
A cunt with big sucking lips and no brain
A pussy you couldn't shoot up or
Car jack you a cop in pursuit of a thug
out like I chewed up a bug
That thru of a slug
And as for dolly partons I'm the to fuck her juggs
I grew up in a sick place,
run up on you and say, "gimme the loot, dickface!"
Got an appetite for destruction like
Kicked in your face, so bloody I fucked up my new pair of
Damn! they cost 100 bucks, oh well!
Skull in grill, I'm more fucked than a hundred sluts
The white dolamite, I wanna see janet
Deep throat the mic, it's right
You're a snake, you a bite, you're glowning bright
When dynamite rammed up ass and you explode it nice, blam!

( )
Met the and spit in his grill
Told him I'm running hell son chill and the next I'll kill
You're know your dead when you sell your for bread
Life's funny like a bitchass with a in his head

( 2 )
you like a trife bo
I'll stab sockets like a psycho
you can't see shit,
Like your on the toilet bowl the lights closed
below me, homey you don't know me
You wanna me
me like a saxophone and blow me
Worship my grammer, skiis,
Get on cock suckin' knees,
Prey to me like
I get my dick, jerk right girl
Imma the second I see a tit, with bigger tits
So many look sultry, don't me
How dare you ask me not to like adultary
I'm phat like poultry, got a close-up of grill, it repulsed me (ewww)
To be truthful, you're ass is only
And what the you got to say?
I'll rip intestines out your ass
And poke your man with them a block
You hesitant bitch, you've never sick
You got a cock in your mouth like that 'dead flick
You want me to rhyme, what you do for me?
You get your girl to suck dick, and I'll rap for you for
Money is simple, my income
The beats get chopped up like williams nipple
I'll keep it real with you,
Have your pants off, you, and then say "i ain't feelin' you!"
Woman don't understand me, can't off a dick
seen lorena bobbit in the street and cut off a clit
Paybacks a bitch, so bitch pay with back
Before I fuck a slut I don't what's pay rate in a crack
The head, is quite durable
Your mouth should a very interesting urinal

( )
Met the and spit in his grill
him I'm running hell son chill and you're the next I'll kill
You're know your when you sell your soul for bread
funny like a bitchass with a hole in his head (die!)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, nineteen-ninety-nine!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, nineteen-ninety-nine!

Motherfuckers...
Yeah...
shit....
Bitch...
You can die...
my song...
yourself...
Die bitch, motherfucker, and all...