Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm bicycling and recycling
And I'm still eating Bear vitamins
All my taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' middle son, I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best are usually dead
But I'm the poison that a widow Juliet
In the studio with candles lit and Buddha
up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, while sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the
I ain't got left in my will
'Cept it all in the casket, it's mine still
I need some backpack raps
Took a break just to kill the game
Set some rat traps, went to a cat nap
Woke up, threw the bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your bitch don't my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap it but she like, me, "Master, feed my pipe."
I'm the on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Still with these hoes, though
Ozo on doppelgänger Jojos
Take a to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she gone it, Romo
And now I'm out in like Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm chilling some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you just bowl
How much coke you got to sell to a boat float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til tell me "No more."
I'm a highly ropes course
up to Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your flow's
I ain't from the street but I you from the porch
I been had hoes, I sports
Her ass out the bottom of her

my dick before I slap you with it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Black James in a white shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on good
from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs
I'm rich car service, no car
First class flight, to land on a new bitch
She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came
MCM bag and nigga, bet weed in it
200 dollars of Backwoods, we all living
Brought the gangsters to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
million in a safe in case I get a case
Faggot-ass hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 in all 50 states
Gone name my tour Million-Man March
a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my touched her cross, boss
Figg

my dick before I slap you with it