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 never
Oh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it look

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

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole
Sorta like a janitor, within a parameters
got the hammer 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, this was a converse
I told girl, damn that's a hard purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl, like

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 look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, love

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

'Cause huh, I got to 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 have

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 of the team, fuck the mascot

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

We counting money, yo doggie, we 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, love

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the state
With 50 pounds and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 old
It can take a toll, hope that you make
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 your son and bitch
You don't deserve her, your fair, we hurt her
We taught her to be a squirter, your son about

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

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

Or Miami jersey, put the on her
Or a door mat, I'm gone put my on her
Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I the jeep on 'em
Americas most wanted, no warrant

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