Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

Yo, this flow is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it
If I got it on, trust you seen it, never seen it
Some say I'm conceited but dougie, I never cheated
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
Crib is like Gras, no beads, grow weed
case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds

OG, Goatee, proceed, Ki's
Sorta like a janitor, stay a parameters
got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera
'Cause they put that off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina because be on worst
Blow reefa, no sneaker, this was a converse
I told baby girl, damn a hard purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl, starburst

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

Winter time, I'm heated why they
Lenox ave boy working with 8
time came 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, taking snap shots
They I'm known for hot rims, fast drops
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the not's

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

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

We counting money, yo doggie, we money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting
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 pounds and I ain't talking an 8 year old
It can take a toll, hope that you parole
Play your role, the is so hot it can make 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 won't 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 call her bertha
Once a week they server her, with dick they gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, maybe get her gerber

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

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

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