Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got bitches brewin'
up my gold pots

1]
You like my songs, I your tits
But deep down, I really like you bitch
You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice
But you dumb as fuck to right from wrong
(Left) on my bed, but Simon's red
Now says get the fuck out my life
Cause you're not my wife, bitch a stand for this night
And you be a stab for this knife
I'm seventeen, you're
You're a divorced slut and you can't suck
You dropped outta college, you can't pay
But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same
my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke
Cause I can't believe I lost my to you
Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew

2]
Bitch your ass, shake it until the wet sweat
Crawls down the crack of your ass
Booty meets snack, back ass up
Until you come back up and my sack up
I'm Tyler the Creator, hang thrashers and skaters
I do like Darth Vader
But that's not stoppin' me from your muffin
I think you and friends
Should come me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this
In your pot addin' extra sauce because

I got these bitches inside of my gold pots
And there's wet pussy on my shake that ass
And don't vibrations stop