Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and when i say dont get left
nah i dont left in the red
them guys can have plenty of
but when it comes to they're looking to lack
im looking to stack piles quicker than flats
so can
stop looking at me and start at that
but fuck it im broke for the
oh well at least i got a 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 lyrics that are rising
the aspects of physics
im that blue vodka that your girls been sippin at the bar all night
im WKD, i'm wicked
haters be more specific you can suck dick or send your best wishes
girl didnt give the crew kisses
after 10 dicks her smelt of fishes
slut on her knees surrounded by
your grimey like my bars are
im like tracy chapman - i wanna away in a fast car
wish i drive to where the moon and the stars are
from a place where the are dirt poor
keep an eye on the queens head thats what you'll get for
you'll see violence the as a blood and crip turf war
and the bars keep like a night shift
i'll tell 'em get on the bike like ryan nyquist
aint never seen 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 high rises
i re-wrote the of the script
turned out the lights and left em in the dark like a eclipse
stay close to the beats when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips
all we round here is chibs
kids that are pissed where they live
coppers that are quick to be
you could be abiding the law and you could still get
me im too quick i aint never been
theres been some calls
ive had to walls
ive been running through and stashing up tools
none of them coppers aint knocked what i live
im not a gangster, not
im just trapped in the lands of
reality, stepping in
my hand works like its powered mechanically
my shit is all self
im just trying to save their
but they can pay for enlightenment five for my cd this aint no charity
devz's got a killer
all mad at me they be glad for me
but un-holy like blasphemy
if you dont like me chat to me
im putting in the hours like a in the factory
i got weights on my back like a or a sweater
stick to the spitting for worse or for better
im to go through the worst of the weather
the other side must be
ive been hung out to dry now ive come to try
defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap multiple times
now they wanna tell me that im the best spitter white
im just the best full
none of them couldnt step in then
if they stop then i make em walk off side its time these haters
we it up all over the country in a rave
me ghetts slice and lunar we all get