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 plenty of cash
but when it comes to comparison they're to lack
im looking to stack money quicker than flats
so can
stop looking at me and start looking at
but fuck it im broke for the
oh well at i got a hold on my lyrics
can have cash i got soul i got spirit
i my head out of the heavens
and close to the like midgets
with damn dirty lyrics are rising
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 your best wishes
your didnt give the crew kisses
after 10 dicks her cunt of fishes
slut on her knees by willies
your grimey like my bars are
im like chapman - 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 thats what you'll get hurt for
you'll see violence the same as a blood and turf war
and the bars keep dragging like a night
i'll tell 'em get back on the bike like ryan
they aint never seen or of nothing like this
nah im it with tightness every time i ride this
its im full 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 like a solar 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
coppers that are quick to be
you could be abiding the law and you 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
of them coppers aint knocked what i live like
im not a gangster, not
im trapped in the lands of ciminality
reality, stepping in
my hand works like its powered mechanically
my shit is all explanatory
im just trying to save sanity
but they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd aint no charity
devz's got a vocabulary
all mad at me thought be glad for me
but hating's like blasphemy
if you dont like me dont to me
im putting in the like a worker in the factory
i got on my back like a shirt 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 hung out to dry now ive come back to try
defining the art of lyrical criminal - slap someone multiple times
now they tell me that im the best spitter whos white
im the best full stop
none of them step in then stop
if they stop then i make em off side its time these haters behave
we fuck it up all the country in a rave
me ghetts and lunar we all get paid?