Luyện nghe bài hát Animal

They should'a never let you out
Cold animal with a mouth from the
Whatcha gonna Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the
out for the boys in blue

You better it moving
You know taking shots at you
Cause an animal
we go (Alabama's own buddy)
Promenade (And I'm in a now)
(Bringing them home baby)
To the stage, Slick Ricky in a NASCAR
Running motherfckers like I'm in a bar
Sentimental motherfckers in a jar
Be the late night snack I'm Santa
Down in Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
underwear volleyball with your broad
I ain't bothered by triple D's, not at all
Let me 'em up for ya baby while you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin', let me do my
If the plant need watering
Throw it in a bong let it bubbling,
know I mean
Butter bean Badda Bing
Trashy white pass the mic, I'm doin'm dirty
Fists pumpin' when I'm in the lights, like I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the B-Boys,
I'm perfect
Rack it in, 'em in to the back again, rap it up
Wrap it in than a pack of 10 Mini-thins
You'll get when I win, but I won't loose in fact I'm win
Win again, with another hand, here's hand, here's another hand
Dealer can I get another hand, a
King, King, King, King
Btch in the Dirty South and you know we're gettin' clean
Rich, yeah!
They never ever let you out
Cold animal with a from the South
Whatcha say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you they coming, coming
you
Watch out for the
out for the boys in blue
You better it moving (nooow)
You know they're taking at you
Cause an animal
Candy-coated whip over candy coated rappers (vro-oom)
Panties on her drip do a back flip for me, be an acrobatic actor
Action!
Do a wheel on a bar
Will you do a cart while I chill on a bar stool
Will I throw a at a wet seal
Well if I see a whale I'ma throw a harpoon
Go looney and lose your fruit of the looms
To prove you're in the you're shroomin' to the moon
But in the morning you're wakin' up a broom
Swept off your feet Roshelle ain't a groom
I ain't poppin' the cherry, I'm berry moonshine
Hop in the bedroom, let's
If you wanna compare me, me to a legend
compare me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun
I'll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya fckin
I it son, I get it done
Fck anyone yea fck anyone who
fckin with the
Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody
Cause I'm a lord, I'm a town
my state, my state of mind 1985 wide body
lookin' for the little town keg party
Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie, get like a port-o-potty
So jump on the paddy like a Pakistanian
Packin' a Mac 11 with a pack of maniacs, 11: 30 back at it
I'm ready for the battle and where muthafcka
should'a never ever let you out
Cold with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming you
Watch out for the
Watch out for the in blue
You better it moving
You know taking shots at you
you're an animal