Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

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

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a
Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care a camera
'Cause they put that dress off, first grandmamma

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

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting
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
Summer time came in our may blizzards
Old ladies looking like they did it

huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking shots
They know I'm known for hot rims, fast
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 owner of the team, fuck the

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

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

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the patrol
With 50 pounds and I talking 'bout an 8 year old
It can take a toll, hope you make parole
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 with your son and bitch
You don't her, your fair, we won't hurt her
We her to be a squirter, your son about murder

brother well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurper
Your mom, her ass is fat, my they call her bertha
a week they might server her, with dick they gon' 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 earth her, before we chirp her
be a punching bag, fam, we'll put our beats on her
Or the Klu Klux, yeah, white on her

Or jersey, put the heat on her
Or a door mat, I'm put my feet on her
on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the jeep on 'em
Americas most wanted, with no

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't even but look 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, love