Luyện nghe bài hát Animal

They never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth the South
Whatcha say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming you
Watch out for the
Watch out for the in blue

You better keep it
You they're 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 Bobby in a
over motherfckers like I'm in a bar
Sentimental motherfckers in a jar
Be the late night snack I'm Claus
Down in Panama Beach, drunk, in my
Playin' underwear volleyball your broad
I bothered by you're triple D's, not at all
Let me hold 'em up for ya baby you walk
Wanna get the party bumpin', let me do my
If the marijuana plant need
Throw it in a let it start bubbling,
know what I
Butter bean Badda Bing
white pass the mic, yeah I'm doin'm dirty
Fists start pumpin' when I'm in the lights, I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to in cursive
by the country B-Boys,
I'm elegantly
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 hand, here's another hand, here's another hand
Dealer can I get another hand, a
hand King, King, King,
Btch Ghet-O-Vision in the South and you know we're gettin' clean
Rich, yeah!
should'a never ever let you out
Cold animal a mouth from the South
Whatcha say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know coming, coming
you
Watch out for the
Watch out for the boys in
You better it moving (nooow)
You know taking shots 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 cart on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel I chill on a bar stool
I throw a dart at a wet seal
Well if I see a I'ma throw a fckin' harpoon
Go looney toons and lose your fruit of the
To prove you're in the room shroomin' to the moon
But in the morning you're wakin' up a broom
Swept off your feet cause Roshelle a groom
I ain't poppin' the cherry, I'm berry moonshine
Hop in the bedroom, let's
If you compare me, compare me to a legend
Don't me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun
I'll get a cinnabon and sit ya fckin roof
I it son, I get it done
Fck yea fck anyone who ain't
fckin with the
Yea another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody skate
Cause I'm a lord, I'm a doggy
A-L-A-B-A-M-A my state, my state of mind 1985 body
lookin' for the small town keg party
Wanna get drunk wanna up in a hottie, get shitty like a port-o-potty
So jump on the wagon like a Pakistanian
a Mac 11 with a pack of maniacs, 11: 30 back at it again
I'm ready for the when and where muthafcka
should'a never ever let you out
Cold with a mouth from the South
Whatcha gonna say? gonna do?
Cause you know they coming, coming you
out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the in blue
You keep it moving
You know they're taking at you
Cause an animal