Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and i say dont get left broke
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 piles quicker than flats
so can
looking at me and start looking at that
but it im broke for the minute
oh well at least i got a hold on my
they can have cash i got soul i got
i keep my out of the heavens
and to the ground like midgets
with damn lyrics that are rising
the aspects of physics
im that blue vodka drink that girls been sippin at the bar all night
yeah im WKD, i'm
haters i'll be more specific you can suck or send your best wishes
your girl give the crew kisses
after 10 dicks her cunt smelt of
on her knees surrounded by willies
your girls grimey like my are
im like tracy chapman - i wanna drive away in a car
wish i could drive to where the and the stars are
from a place the people are dirt poor
keep an eye on the queens head thats what get hurt for
you'll see violence the same as a blood and crip war
and the bars keep dragging like a shift
i'll tell 'em get back on the bike like nyquist
they aint seen or heard of nothing like this
nah im killing it with tightness every time i ride
its im full of surprises
i wanna touch the sky high rises
i re-wrote the whole of the
turned out the lights and left em in the dark like a eclipse
stay to the beats like when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips
all we hold round here is
emoitonless kids that are pissed where live
that are quick to be pricks
you could be abiding the law and you still get nicked
me im too quick i never been nicked
theres been some calls
ive had to jump
ive been running through schools and up tools
none of coppers aint knocked what i live like
im not a gangster, not
im just trapped in the lands of
reality, stepping in
my right hand works its powered mechanically
my is all self explanatory
im just trying to their sanity
but they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this aint no
got a killer vocabulary
all mad at me thought be glad for me
but un-holy like blasphemy
if you dont like me chat to me
im putting in the like a worker in the factory
i got on my back like 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 someone times
now they wanna tell me that im the spitter whos white
im just the best full
none of them step in then stop
if they stop then i make em walk off side its time these behave
we it up all over the country in a rave
me ghetts slice and we all get paid?