Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and i say dont get left broke
nah i dont mean in the red
them guys can have plenty of
but it comes to comparison they're looking to lack
im looking to stack money quicker than flats
so can
stop looking at me and start looking at
but it im broke for the minute
oh at least i got a hold on my lyrics
they can cash i got soul i got spirit
i keep my head out of the
and to the ground like midgets
with damn dirty that are rising
define the aspects of
im that blue vodka drink that your girls been at the bar all night
yeah im WKD, i'm
haters i'll be more specific you can dick or send your best wishes
your didnt give the crew kisses
after 10 her cunt smelt of fishes
slut on her knees surrounded by
your girls grimey my bars are
im like tracy chapman - i wanna drive away in a car
wish i could drive to 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 violence the as a blood and crip turf war
and the bars keep dragging like a shift
i'll tell 'em get on the bike like ryan nyquist
they aint never seen or heard of nothing this
nah im killing it with tightness every i ride this
its devz im of surprises
i wanna the sky like high rises
i the whole of the script
turned out the lights and left em in the dark like a solar
stay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your got a hold of her hips
all we hold here is chibs
emoitonless kids that are pissed where live
coppers are quick to be pricks
you be abiding the law and you could still get nicked
me im too quick i aint never been
theres been some close
ive had to walls
ive been running schools and stashing up tools
none of them coppers aint knocked what i live
im not a gangster, not
im just in the lands of ciminality
reality, in rapidly
my right works like its powered mechanically
my is all self 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 be glad for me
but un-holy like blasphemy
if you dont like me dont to me
im putting in the hours like a worker in the
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 through the worst of the
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 im the best spitter whos white
im just the full stop
none of them couldnt step in then
if stop then i make em walk off side its time these haters behave
we fuck it up all over the country in a
me ghetts and lunar we all get paid?