Luyện nghe bài hát Fatty Boom Boom

Yo, Hi-Tek, you think you could fuck with something like

Don't you mean something like

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

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

When I'm on the mic like murder murder murder!
Kill kill!
Wat se
Suig my piel
kom ek weer
Like a lekker a in the face
Rappers are fokking pouring passenger planes
What happened to all the cool rappers back in the day?
Now all these sound exactly the same
like one big inbred fuck-fest

No, I do not want to stop, or listen

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy hold on to your
I'm takin' over America, blowin' up
Physically fit, the very energetic
If you haven't got it by now, you're never gonna get it
I my dick out and piss on all the hard-up 'n fokken rap
Got an account for dollar bills in a stack
rap
I'm siding with China we not related
Like a methfest, like the time 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 fokken thinking, eye twinkling
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 jungle I'm (something) to em
Not looking for trouble but looking for me
fokken swollen with nothing just come for free
I used to think I'd always this to hustle something to eat
South used to be a twangy'd, (y'know dat's me)

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

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

I'm a big deal (wiv de my niggas rollin' me)?
Now I'm having so much fun I even go to sleep

Yo-Landi!

you at?
I am!

Spitting fokken lyrics bam bam bam!

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

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

We keep it lekker lekker, zef zef zef
Spend all my fuckin' money til' nothing left
I'm a fat cat, the change I don't need the slip
With this fat 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 told me there's a lot of in the sea
There's just a lotta money bitches and weed

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

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

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