Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Kidz

Yo fritz, put on a mothafucking beat, that we can our mothafucking rolls to
Yo, fat kidz are ya me?
Put your mothafucking hands high in the air, let me see your chubby digits
It's about to get sweaty in ya'll, you might want to bring a fan
It ain't easy, about 250, when you're 15 years old
what real life's about

Hey yo, fat people are to kidnap
So if fat and you're all in this bitch, then grab your nutsack
Fat bitches, don't feel out
Cause you can grab one of them skinny bitches, and her ass out
Chubby love, show a some
Cause this fat motherfucker stay however they come
A rapper, cannible lyricist
I got host of MC's you inside my shit
poolside with a t-shirt on
Unless I'm showering or fucking, my stay on
I got double chasing me in my sleep
And fine hoes me out but scared to speak
Off the chain, off the scale, I watching no weight
I'm at the barbecue ass hell fixing my plate
XX to the X-L, hit me 3
Come correct with my burger and fries, the sized

"This song is to all the fat people world wide, dead or alive. Biggy Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb Rock, Chris
Farley, 8 Ball, John Candy, Big Pun, Bam Bam Bigalow, Fred Bearing, Kevin Smith, E-40, Nips, King Kong Bundy, Fat Joe,
Ya Dead Homie, Fat Albert, and the Fat Boys, and Grimace. Monoxide use to be fat."