Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

Yo, this flow is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it
If I got it on, trust you never seen it, never it
Some people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never
Oh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, I could it 'cause look

I'm on a Yamaha, like ha, ha, ha
Na, na, na, want to talk, shots ra, ra, ra
Crib is Mardi Gras, no beads, grow weed
Court case, courtside, in the nose bleeds

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a
Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care a camera
'Cause they put dress off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina because be on worst
Blow reefa, no sneaker, this was a converse
I told baby girl, damn that's a purse
But you gotta get it in girl, like starburst

We counting money, yo doggie, we money
Yo shit, even funny but look at we counting money
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa

Winter time, I'm heated why frigid
ave boy working with 8 digits
Summer time came through in our may
Old ladies like damn they did it

'Cause huh, I got to forty fifth to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds snap shots
They know I'm known for hot rims, fast
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the not's

Now every pocket on my dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, pot
Call my gravel, it's mad rocks
I'm the of the team, fuck the mascot

mad cock, 650 rag top
Damn, don't get hit with the jab my dad got
Y'all sasquatch, put it on your
Yo, not a door but yes sir, pad locked

We counting money, yo doggie, we money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, love

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the patrol
With 50 pounds and I talking 'bout an 8 year old
It can take a toll, that you make parole
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can you cold

And say I'm a son of a bitch
Why? 'Cause I be with your son and your
You deserve her, your fair, we won't hurt her
We taught her to be a squirter, son about murder

Your brother well, he my worker, sister well, she my slurper
Your mom, her ass is fat, my they call her bertha
a week they might server her, with dick they gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, we'll get her gerber

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we her
Yeah, we left her nurtured but earth her, before we chirp her
You'll be a punching bag, fam, put our beats on her
Or the Klu Klux, yeah, sheet on her

Or Miami jersey, put the on her
Or a mat, I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the on 'em
most wanted, with no warrant

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting
Yo shit, ain't even but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, love