Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause huh, I got to forty 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, from the have not's

Now pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, pot
Call my block gravel, it's mad
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 door but yes sir, pad locked

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

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

And they say I'm a son of a
'Cause I be with your 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 well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurper
mom, her ass is fat, my niggas they call her bertha
Once a week they might server her, with they gon' serve her
Now she like a baby, yo, maybe we'll get her gerber

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

Or jersey, put the heat on her
Or a door mat, I'm put my feet on her
Creep on 'em, 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 but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the is in a stoope
look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love