Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm still bicycling and
And I'm eating Gummy Bear vitamins
All my bitches Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than middle son, since I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, crack the 40 I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a Juliet
In the with candles lit and Buddha heads
up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple to the Bible
I ain't got nothing in my will
'Cept throw it all in the casket, mine still
I some backpack cast raps
Took a break just to kill the half-ass
Set some rat traps, to take a cat nap
Woke up, the dead bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a
Slap it but she like, me, "Master, feed my pipe."
I'm the on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

Suck my before I slap you with it

Suck my before I slap you with it

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

my dick before I slap you with it

Suck my before I slap you with it

Black James Bond in a shaft
my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on weed
Something from kush seeds, the only 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 some in it
200 dollars of Backwoods, we all living
Brought the back to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a
Faggot-ass judge hating on me my money straight
10 racks in all 50 states
Gone name my next tour March
Make a nun it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts her cross, boss
Figg

Suck my dick before I you with it