Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm bicycling and recycling
And I'm eating Gummy Bear vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing
Hyper Williams' middle son, since I was
A little one, had to put me on the Ritalin
a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a raps, so we kicked the drums
All the rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a Juliet
In the studio with candles lit and heads
up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the
I ain't got nothing in my will
throw it all in the casket, it's mine still
I need some backpack raps
Took a break to kill the game half-ass
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
bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap it but she like, tell me, "Master, my pipe."
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick I slap you with it

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

Suck my before I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I you with it

Black James Bond in a shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a
Flashy as high beams, smoking on weed
Something from kush seeds, the only to smoke for us OGs
I'm car service, no car keys
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 worth 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 in case I get a case
Faggot-ass judge hating on me cause my straight
Dropped 10 in all 50 states
name my next tour Million-Man March
Make a nun throw it back while I her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts her cross, boss
Figg

Suck my before I slap you with it