Luyện nghe bài hát I Gotcha

Lupe, man
You I have ya
Right, right, right,
Right, right, right,

They call me Lupe, I'll be new day
They wanna smell me, they want my bouquet
But they can't, they accented the U.K.
that Ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray

Flagrantly fragrant and they can't it
My perfume pursued them that they went
You want a loan, leave my cologne alone
It's a little too strong for you to be on

Trust me, I say this
I went from musty to musky and y'all can't me
I warned cornballs, I hush puppies
The in the pond called my duck ugly

But now hug me because it's lovely
They love the of a roamer of the world
Got the and the skaters and the player and the girls
the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

You the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha
You want the realness, well, I
I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and ya
they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You the real shit, hey, I gotcha
You see my niggaz here, you we proper
You know we do it, right, right,
Right, right, right, right,

And I'm from Chi-Town, that's where I 'round
Keep some Cartier frames my eyes now
We to gangbang, a lot of that done died down
of the hat tiltin', keepin' hope alive now

All no high, I do it so fly
Bank Caesar, helicopter with the bow tie
I my city, really hope that God bless it
Have my mind movin' faster than hog in the hedges

all of y'all to my dark recesses
This is where I the bars like bathtub edges
My and my Doves, my levers and my zest's
It takes half of your bath to match the freshness

'The Belly Of The Beast', you I'm from it
I it in a towel, here go my pal in the stomach
And I be on my green like spring and I coast
Fudge wit it and get a mouth of soap

You the flava, ma, hey, I gotcha
You the realness, well, I gotcha
I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and ya
Either they pimps or they or they mobsters

You want the shit, hey, I gotcha
You see my here, you know we proper
You know we do it, right, right,
Right, right, right, right,

And so to off, this beat, I rhyme off
Is from the looniest P and Hugo Boss
You feel it in the air, it's such a force
But you hear me though, just like a mime's thoughts

'cause I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour'a
I'm on my pimp, my temperature is
I take it easy on my watch, I'm TV
Am I as clean as Maharishi? See, the hare is tryna me

As I continue to do Lu's
They say him got two heads and four just like Screwface
But see my safe, it's in my secret safe
That's in my secret room, on my secret

So from the runner of the FNF
Come in hip hop, we've come to you
You, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you

You want the flava, ma, hey, I
You the realness, well, I gotcha
I know you sick of them niggaz, big car and ya
they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey, I
You see my niggaz here, you know we
You we do it, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right,

Yes, sir, FNF,