Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

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

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

OG, Goatee, proceed, Ki's
Sorta a janitor, stay within a parameters
Niggas got the hammer bra, care about a camera
'Cause put that dress off, first like grandmamma

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

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

Winter time, I'm heated why they
Lenox ave boy working with 8
Summer time through in our may blizzards
Old ladies like damn they did it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or jersey, put the heat on her
Or a mat, I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the on 'em
most wanted, with no warrant

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