Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and when i say get left broke
nah i dont left in the red
them guys can have of cash
but when it comes to comparison they're looking to
im looking to stack money piles quicker flats
so can
looking at me and start looking at that
but fuck it im for the minute
oh well at least i got a on my lyrics
they can cash i got soul i got spirit
i keep my out of the heavens
and close to the like midgets
with damn dirty lyrics that are
define the aspects of
im that blue vodka drink that your been sippin at the bar all night
yeah im WKD, i'm
haters i'll be more specific you can suck dick or send your wishes
your girl didnt the crew kisses
after 10 dicks her cunt of fishes
slut on her knees by willies
your girls grimey like my are
im like tracy chapman - i drive away in a fast car
wish i drive to where the moon and the stars are
from a where the people are dirt poor
keep an eye on the queens head what you'll get hurt for
you'll see the same as a blood and crip turf war
and the bars keep like a night shift
i'll tell 'em get back on the like ryan nyquist
they aint never seen or heard of nothing like
nah im killing it tightness every time i ride this
its devz im of surprises
i wanna touch the sky like high
i re-wrote the whole of the
out the lights and left em in the dark like a solar eclipse
stay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your got a hold of her hips
all we hold round is chibs
kids that are pissed where they live
coppers that are to be pricks
you could be abiding the law and you still get nicked
me im too i aint never been nicked
theres been some close
ive had to jump
ive been running through schools and up tools
none of them aint knocked what i live like
im not a gangster, not
im just in the lands of ciminality
reality, stepping in
my right hand like its powered mechanically
my shit is all explanatory
im just to save their sanity
but they can pay for five pound for my cd this aint no charity
devz's got a killer
all mad at me thought they be for me
but un-holy like blasphemy
if you dont like me chat to me
im putting in the hours like a worker in the
i got weights on my back a shirt or a sweater
i'll stick to the spitting for worse or for
im waiting to go the worst of the weather
the side must be better
ive hung out to dry now ive come back to try
defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap multiple times
now wanna tell me that im the best spitter whos white
im just the full stop
none of them couldnt in then stop
if they then i make em walk off side its time these haters behave
we fuck it up all over the in a rave
me ghetts slice and lunar we all get