Luyện nghe bài hát Doms

She like some out green shit, nigga. Yo dom, please, hit these niggas.
Wooohoo hoo hoo. Shiet. Whoo. This is perfect. This beat is perfect. Domo motherfucking Genesis. These pants go perfect with these shoes. And I got a cold caprisun. Whoo.
I'm a motherfucking asshole. It's natural to act bashful in the presence of with cash flow.
I spaz ho, laying somehwhere close to where the grass grows. Listening to jazz cause these niggas mad trash, yo. And that, kicking dust. My shit is ridiculous. Quickly put my dick in sluts who tend to be sticking up. Silly niggas, give it up.
No person is sick enough. The doctor needs to fix me up, fix me up. Miss nurse in the red shirt, I'mma need fucking head work.
Talk you into anything with talking, I'm an expert. Just talking to you niggas and it's like my best work. Best work? For now, yes. With every drop I'm better. Better than the rest.
These niggas apply pressure. These niggas, every verse is lyrically def to niggas.
When that hearse drop, 6 feet death for you niggas. Many men opposing me, no success for you niggas. And I'm on my bullshit, loc'ing with a full clip. That's the iPhone full of verses that I could spit.
Preaching to the real, why he standing at the pulpit. Throwing middle fingers at the haters like, "what's good, bitch?" Nah, really, what's hood, bitch? Hair ?, nigga extra mayo. That's the Friggedaire billionaire Bruce Wayne flow, Show the fuck out. Dunk on a nigga and just hang yo.
I'mma boss, nigga. Fuck what it cost, nigga You oppose me? Chalk up a loss, nigga
Get lost, nigga, out my vicinity. Cause I terminate your kind, lames is the enemy. And these haters won't get my energy. T the C, we did it, G. And I'm higher than an score on SATs. And yeah whatever.