Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches Brewing

I got bitches brewin'
up my gold pots

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

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

I got these bitches inside of my gold pots
And there's wet pussy on my shake that ass
And make vibrations stop