Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

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

me an' my Catholic savage, badness
Dumpin' on phony ass, ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine,
Rhymin', in the 'Lab like

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

Yams, candy yams, spam,
my cheese, peanut butter an' jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my
Vanish, in codes like we from different planets

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

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

I've got white for sale
An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about
2 way goin' off, like a high babe
A hundred bucks it me for my faulty chip sale

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

Musty mouth bitch, get smacked
on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real
Herbal deal, chill pill, scrill deal
Feel 'til Phil, heal

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

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

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

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

my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'
If my money got funny
I'd pawn my Potter engagement ring
If I was to pass tomorrow
With a wound to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the of car salesman

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

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

Plottin' an' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in
Double agent, a '50s loose cannon, new shoe
You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a
it from the Water Man, straight big stick

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

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

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

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