Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Boom Boom

Yo, Hi-Tek, you think you could fuck with like this?

Don't you something like this?

Yeah, that's perf, Yo-Landi, do that

Eh Boom Boom
Hit me the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye
Just a bit of
Let's not get too
Oh oh oo oh

When I'm on the mic it's murder murder murder!
kill kill!
Wat se
my fokken piel
Hier kom ek
Like a lekker a smack in the
are fokking pouring into passenger planes
What happened to all the cool from back in the day?
Now all these rappers sound exactly the
It's like one big inbred

No, I do not want to stop, collaborate or

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy hold on to your
I'm takin' America, blowin' up everything
fit, the Ninja very energetic
If you got it by now, then you're never gonna get it
I whip my dick out and piss on all the hard-up 'n rap
Got an offshore for dollar bills in a stack
rap
I'm siding with China we not fokken
Like a methfest, like the time I ejaculated

Eh Boom Boom
Hit me with the
Not fokken thinking, eye twinkling
a bit of junkie
Let's not get too
Oh oh oh oh

Eh Fatty Boom
Hit me the Ching-ching
Not thinking, dolla eye twinkling
a bit of junkie
Let's not get too
Oh oh
Hi! My is Yo-Landi fuckin' Visser
Fight fight!
Kick you in the teeth, hit you on the with the mic
There's a rumble in the I'm (something) to beat em
Not looking for but trouble's looking for me
M'uppercuts're fokken with nothing just come for free
I used to think I'd kill this to hustle something to eat
South used to be a twangy'd, (y'know dat's me)

you're interested 'cos we're blowing up overseas
Make you money money
Yes yes yes
Zef side
fuckin' with the best

I'm a
Twangies get buffed a sucka
Bokka
motherfucker!

I'm a big deal (wiv de seen my rollin' me)?
Now I'm having so much fun I can't even go to

Yo-Landi!

you at?
I am!

Spitting lyrics like bam bam bam!

Eh Boom Boom
Hit me with the
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye
a bit of junkie
Let's not get too
Oh oh oh oh

Eh Boom Boom
Hit me the Ching-ching
Not thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of
Let's not get too
Oh oh oh oh

We keep it lekker lekker, zef zef zef
Spend all my fuckin' money til' nothing left
I'm a fat cat, keep the I don't need the slip
With fat sack of dagga I'm smoking a spliff
In my mat blacks are bottle-haters a fit
the corner gooi'n fokken spiff Tokyo drift

My told me there's a lot of fish in the sea
There's a lotta motherfuckin' money bitches and weed

Ja, dagga dagga dagga, puff puff
the beat back Hi-Tek!
Make it
We drop the type of beats that you shut the fuck up and dance
We the type of beats so good you're fuckin' stuck in a trance
In the overseas like to say you're stuck in a trance
We drop the type of beats that you fuckin' cum in your pants

Pass it to left, like a zef, to the east, to the left

Eh Fatty Boom
Hit me with the
Not thinking, dolla eye twinkling
a bit of junkie
Let's not get too
Oh oh oh oh

Eh Fatty Boom
Hit me with the
Not fokken thinking, eye twinkling
a bit of junkie
Let's not get too
Oh oh oh oh

Eh Fatty Boom
Hit me the Ching-ching
Not thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of
not get too funky
Oh oh oh oh