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, perf, Yo-Landi, do that thing

Eh Fatty Boom
Hit me with the
Not thinking, dolla eye twinkling
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 fokken
Hier kom ek
Like a lekker a smack in the
Rappers are fokking pouring into passenger
What to all the cool rappers from back in the day?
Now all these rappers sound the same
like one big inbred fuck-fest

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 got it by now, then you're never gonna get it
I whip my out and piss 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 time I

Eh Boom Boom
Hit me the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, 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, dolla eye
a bit of junkie
Let's not get too
Oh oh
Hi! My name is Yo-Landi 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 for trouble but trouble's looking for me
M'uppercuts're fokken swollen with nothing just for free
I used to think I'd kill this to hustle something to eat
Africa used to be a twangy'd, (y'know dat's me)

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

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

I'm a big (wiv de seen my niggas 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 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 the Ching-ching
Not thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of
not get too funky
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 I don't need the slip
this fat sack of dagga I'm smoking a spliff
In my mat are bottle-haters throwing a fit
Round the corner gooi'n spiff Tokyo drift

My daddy 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 that make you shut the fuck up and
We drop the type of beats so you're fuckin' stuck in a trance
In the overseas they like to say you're in a trance
We drop the type of beats that make you fuckin' cum in pants

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

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