Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Boom Boom

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

Don't you mean something like

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

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

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

No, I do not want to stop, collaborate or

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

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

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

Suddenly you're interested 'cos blowing up overseas
you money money money
Yes yes yes
Zef represent
You're fuckin' the best

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

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

Yo-Landi!

you at?
I am!

Spitting fokken lyrics bam bam bam!

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

We keep it lekker lekker, zef zef zef
all my fuckin' money til' there's nothing left
I'm a fat cat, keep the change I need the slip
With this fat of dagga I'm smoking a spliff
In my mat blacks are bottle-haters a fit
Round the corner fokken spiff Tokyo drift

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

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

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

Eh Fatty Boom
Hit me with the
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye
Just a bit of
not get too funky
Oh oh oh oh

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