Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

Yo, flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it
If I got it on, trust you never seen it, never it
Some people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never
Oh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it look

I'm on a Yamaha, laughing ha, ha, ha
Na, na, na, want to talk, speak ra, ra, ra
Crib is like Gras, no beads, grow weed
Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a
Niggas got the bra, don't care about a camera
'Cause put that dress off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina niggas be on worst
Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a
I told baby girl, damn that's a hard
But you gotta get it in flavors girl, like

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, even funny but look at we counting money
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa

Winter time, I'm heated why frigid
Lenox ave boy with 8 digits
Summer time came through in our may
Old ladies looking like they did it

'Cause huh, I got to fifth just to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking shots
They know I'm known for hot rims, drops
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the not's

Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, pot
my block gravel, it's mad rocks
I'm the owner of the team, fuck the

mad cock, 650 rag top
Damn, don't get hit the jab that my dad got
sasquatch, put it on your laptop
Yo, not a but yes sir, it's pad locked

We counting money, yo doggie, we money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we money
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the patrol
50 pounds and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 year old
It can take a toll, hope that you parole
Play role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold

And say I'm a son of a bitch
Why? 'Cause I be your son and your bitch
You don't deserve her, your fair, we hurt her
We taught her to be a squirter, your son murder

Your brother well, he my worker, your well, she my slurper
Your mom, her ass is fat, my niggas they call her
Once a week they might server her, with they gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, we'll get her gerber

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, we burp her
Yeah, we left her nurtured but we'll earth her, before we her
You'll be a punching bag, fam, put our beats on her
Or the Klu Klux, yeah, white on her

Or Miami jersey, put the on her
Or a door mat, I'm put my feet on her
on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the jeep on 'em
Americas most wanted, with no

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa