Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and when i say dont get left
nah i mean left in the red
them guys can have plenty of
but when it comes to comparison looking to lack
im looking to stack money piles quicker than
so can
stop at me and start looking at that
but it im broke for the minute
oh well at least i got a on my lyrics
they can have cash i got soul i got
i keep my head out of the
and close to the ground midgets
with damn lyrics that are rising
define the of physics
im that blue vodka drink that your girls 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 give the kisses
after 10 dicks her cunt of fishes
slut on her knees surrounded by
your grimey like my bars are
im like tracy - i wanna drive away in a fast car
wish i could to where the moon and the stars are
from a place where the are dirt poor
keep an eye on the queens head what you'll get hurt for
you'll see violence the same as a blood and turf war
and the bars dragging like a night shift
i'll tell 'em get on the bike like ryan nyquist
they aint never or heard of nothing like this
nah im it with tightness every time i ride this
its devz im of surprises
i wanna touch the sky like rises
i the whole of the script
turned out the lights and left em in the dark a solar eclipse
stay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your girl got a of her hips
all we hold round is chibs
kids that are pissed where they live
coppers that are to be pricks
you be abiding the law and you could still get nicked
me im too i aint never been nicked
theres been some close
ive had to jump
ive running through schools and stashing up tools
none of coppers aint knocked what i live like
im not a gangster, not
im just in the lands of ciminality
reality, in rapidly
my hand works like its powered mechanically
my is all self explanatory
im just trying to save their
but they can pay for five pound for my cd this aint no charity
devz's got a killer
all mad at me they be glad for me
but hating's un-holy blasphemy
if you dont like me chat to me
im putting in the hours a worker in the factory
i got weights on my back a shirt or a sweater
i'll stick to the for worse or for better
im waiting to go through the of the weather
the other must be better
ive hung out to dry now ive come back to try
defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple
now they wanna tell me that im the spitter whos white
im just the full stop
none of them couldnt step in stop
if they stop then i make em walk off side its these haters behave
we fuck it up all over the in a rave
me ghetts slice and lunar we all get