Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My music be all in the club an' my fo' be sub
An' my drums an' my pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son nuggin'

Bumpin' me an' my savage, badness
Dumpin' on ass, fake ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the like Dexter'

Winchester an' a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta
sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams
Digital scale, eggs an' hams

Yams, yams, spam, damn
Loaded my cheese, peanut an' jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my
Vanish, talkin' in like we from different planets

Ay, what y'all grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', The slap
What they in the trackin'?
What all my black listenin' to? The slap

What about my an' West coast cats?
What listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my down South, an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the

I've got white girl for
An' I mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way goin' off, like a high babe
A hundred it cost me for my faulty chip sale

the corner from Starbucks coffee, talkin' to my gal
My frontin' lil' up out of Tacoma, askin' for some mail
Like I'm some type of trick, really mouth bitch
Get smacked silly, get silly

mouth bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a blunt, I'm really real
kill deal, chill pill, scrill deal
Feel Phil, heal skill

Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin',
An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that Durban it
Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an'
E an'J brand burpin',

Chickens an' pickin' a chef to serve it
Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the for Ravi
the block for 'fetti
Like a pregnant bitch's

Ay, what players grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', The slap
they lackin' in the trackin'?
What all my black listenin' to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast
What they to? The slap
An' I my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the

Talk my way out of anythin', got my off in everythin'
If my money ever got
I'd pawn my Walter engagement ring
If I was to away tomorrow
With a self-inflicted to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car

Whomp, beat of a gorilla, a cap back to the tender fat
Put out a contract, you back your hats
Hypothetically speakin', not any soon
Fly fittest, finest player
Daniel Boone, boom, boom,

Creepin', fly through your living room
While sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is sneakin' but we was to done had a meetin'
Renegin' in whom I trust
Standin' outside of the schemin', scammin'

an' plannin' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in
Double agent, playin' a '50s cannon, new shoe
You even cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Water Man, straight big

Ay, y'all players grindin' to?
y'all bumpin', man? The slap
What they in the trackin'?
What all my black niggas to? The slap

What about my players an' West coast cats?
What they to? The slap
An' I know my South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is with the slap

The beat keeps knockin' down my rear mirror
The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear view

The keeps knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' my rear view mirror
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