Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I with the elegance of an African elephant
I the evidence
as the president
Evident is the
I deserve me a
But I banana clip
I'mma so my man can rip

man against Hellion
With the heart of an
I got the of a murderer
And an eye for
You take a slice of my
I'll take a piece of your
I'll at illegal speeds
Keep an oz in my

We run the in your town
A pound on my person
I'm known for the stage
I'm burning and cursing
Producer me a beat
it's the beat of the year
I El-P didn't do it
So get the fuck outta

You wanna hang, your throat
I got and a rope
I'mma pope
Haranguing the land a man's flow
A new to the art of the old code
That's retarded and put a part in your bold dome

Ay El
We the villains, we antagonist bad
Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in sad eyes
It's time for Skywalker 'cause meet the true Darth Vader
I hit your mom in '03, but a G ate her
So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some
Before I on you Jody, put my arm on your neck
Or worse yet be the your girl want a divorce
Be at your crib with kids saying "fuck your fort
nigga!"

The is
Radiation leak at Mile
Also known as talk
Listen for the
For the green I'm a
You're the distorter
morbid sonnin' these fuckin' whoredome explorers
I'm bored. Enough of your bummy shit, it's to the core, sure
You suck a good dick for the
And resist getting played
I fuck like I'm to war
I'm really not playing no
But tag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier my name

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a on beat
I'm merciless, I'll emcees, tie up both of they feet
If they refuse to run the we beat the bottoms of feet
I'm grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth
Hey me and killed the competition, top of the heap
Is where we staying when they corpses resting our feet
I sent they mom a little cash and a letter
Told her she a bunch a fuck boys
time do better

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the
Daddy Fat Saxx don't a damn 'cause can't nann new niggas get with me
Now it's true, niggas are simply simple minded simple
Being down by the local radio stations by designing
But what I be rhyming, no is required
My bank account obese as fuck while sits on a diet
Nigga your is up, you're fired
Quiet, how the boss talk
Retain ownership on everything, every car
And paid for, no neighbors 'cause I'm sitting on
Went to Vegas, jumped the broom 'cause I wasn't on papers
Or no prenuptial for mama
If we broke up and she took I'd still be sitting on commas
figures nigga