Luyện nghe bài hát Gees

Ignorant-ass kid
But I'm bicycling and recycling
And I'm still eating Gummy vitamins
All my taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper Williams' middle son, since I was
A one, Moms had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best rappers are dead
But I'm the poison that left a widow
In the with candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, your Sudafed
Contagious, while sedated
God shit, make 'em want to add a couple to the Bible
I ain't got left in my will
throw it all in the casket, it's mine still
I some backpack cast raps
Took a break to kill the game half-ass
Set rat traps, went to take a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm on the mic
Your bitch want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
it but she like, tell me, "Master, feed my pipe."
I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the type

Suck my dick before I you with it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Still fucking with these hoes,
Ozo on these doppelgänger
Take a bitch to Soho for Froyo
Tell her she gone blow it,
And now I'm out in like Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm chilling some grown folk
No joke, dope, you just bowl smoke
How much you got to sell to make a boat float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til tell me "No more."
I'm a highly difficult ropes
Pulling up to Rome on a chrome horse
Say "What's up?" to the Pope, off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your warshed
I ain't from the street but I you from the porch
I had hoes, I play sports
Her ass out the of her shorts

my dick before I slap you with it

Suck my dick before I slap you it

Black James in a white 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 strand to for us OGs
I'm rich car service, no car
First class flight, to land on a new bitch
She me and swallowed every homie I came with
MCM bag and nigga, bet weed in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all
Brought the gangsters back to hat, how real is that?
I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a
Faggot-ass judge hating on me my money straight
Dropped 10 in all 50 states
Gone name my tour Million-Man March
Make a nun throw it back while I her scarf
She gave me head, my touched her cross, boss
Figg

Suck my before I slap you with it