Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm still and recycling
And I'm still eating Gummy Bear
All my taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper Williams' middle son, since I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best rappers are usually
But I'm the poison left a widow Juliet
In the studio candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking 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 cast
Took a break just to kill the half-ass
Set some rat traps, went to a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
it but she like, tell 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 fucking with hoes, though
Ozo on these Jojos
Take a bitch to Soho for some
Tell her she gone it, Romo
And now I'm out in like Tone-Lōc
boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you just smoke
How much coke you got to sell to make a boat
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til tell me "No more."
I'm a highly difficult course
Pulling up to Rome on a gold horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a
Who you kidding? Your warshed
I ain't from the street but I grow you from the
I had hoes, I play sports
Her ass out the of her shorts

Suck my dick I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

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

Suck my dick I slap you with it