Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

Mister

Real shit, fuck niggas
Truth be told, I don't fuck them
Money my
Hating is a
Say she did, well she finna learn
I got hoes, all of them dyke
Pick and choose nigga, all of right
Never had shit, now my money
Ever made a mill'? Well you finna

1]
Heard you mad
I'm doing bad
I just bought a
Talking tags
Leave your around
I bet I'm fucking
She coming me
That's why you mad
Get ass into that Jeep
Bet all she freaky
You be crazy hoe
No out of me
She me pussy free
to be fucking me
I that rubber on
Just know it's deep
Beat that pussy
Keep repeating
I step on the
that pussy out
That's what I do
Bitch I'm on the
a rock
Pineapple
Now coco low
I am no Joe
You niggas a joke
See me I'm counting
That's all I fucking do, and all I fucking
I hear haters mad
One that you should know

2]
So it up a notch
out the box
Candy drop
Bouncing with my
Boy nigga fly
six a tie
Broward boy
and see me now
I buy a house, with a fucking pool
a bitch for fun
That's what I do
Tell them the hate
I buy a coupe
Now why you mad? I'm stunting and you never do
Get your lame
I can show you
Big nigga
Fifty carat
molly flow
Catch the Ghost
Snatch-Them-All
Tell them time to go
Now that's gutter shit
I'm on some shit
Mister boy
That's who you with
So put your away
I'm about paid
And if he say he not
I bet nigga gay