Luyện nghe bài hát Epar

All the bad bitches boo you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in
I got one in the and two in the back
And the bitches keep screaming "Odd is back"

1:]
Wolf with a T-Rex cock, talk
While I invest in wet rock
with all the big bitches bumping "Bedrock"
Sub in the truck, thumpin' up the dead cops
And pop it like I tossed a in the engine
And go than a fucking crack intervention
of the class and the last to attend it
Big Earl make you fags stand at
Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking
Catch 'em where slap, slash, stab bitch ass niggas go
Girl, you ain't even gotta ask you finna know
Why Playboy so sticky in this centerfold
what my niggas blow, icky Earl finish foes
Hit 'em low, litter with Chronicles of Riddick bows
Chronic in the spliff to the dome, got my system
Saw 'em walking out, ask them niggas what sprinting fo'

[Verse 2: Vince
Ted Bundy sick as John Gacy
Chilling a possible victim, she was 18
A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor
She freaked with dick to support the habit picked up in the fourth
Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on it
Slipped of a couple Rufilin the bitch's juice and gin
thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet
She's kicking and screaming, for me to fucking stop it
Look, you know it's not if you like it, bitch
So sit down like a ho and don't fight the shit
Or else I'll have to tie a bow 'round your bloody neck
Hide the slices from the gashes given with a Gillette
Mop the up, put the body in the apartment

her where we hide the marijuana and the condoms
"Hey, what's that? " Don't touch it or fucking look
You are and the body bag's a fucking book

3:]
Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last
They thought I was cute I asked what that ass like
Damn right, red light, ran right it
"You don't even have permit, what the fuck are you doing? "
Maybe if you shut the fuck up, be cruising
And you wouldn't be sitting, 'bout your bruises
But no, you be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music
I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on
Three seconds it takes for her to blue
With my hands around her throat, her arms moving
Pulse stops too, in the back, confused
As I turn to them both not to do shit stupid
Red, white, blue in the rear-view, shit
Swerved to the shoulder, them both no moving
Sit down in the back, cause the tinted
As I rolled mine to forge a new friendship
"Aren't you a little too to be driving? "
Look Officer, I'm just get home
"Get out the car with your license and registration"
I ain't getting outta shit, you're to try my patience
have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike
Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting
Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the and dipped
to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets, shit

All the bad bitches boo you rap
I can you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
A one dead in the front, dead cop in the
And two live bitches "Odd Future is back"