Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now every on my clothing dawg, have 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, get hit with the jab that my dad got
Y'all sasquatch, put it on your
Yo, not a but yes sir, it's pad locked

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 game is in a
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, love

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, the state patrol
With 50 and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 year old
It can take a toll, hope that you make
your 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 her, your fair, we won't 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 niggas they her bertha
Once a week they server her, with dick they gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, maybe we'll get her

her on her ass, warm 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 jersey, put the heat on her
Or a mat, I'm gone put my feet on her
on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park 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 game is in a
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, love