Luyện nghe bài hát If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper

Manjeet
Chandigarh 17
You through Tinder on a Friday night, yeah
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Staring at my like you want to swipe right
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one,
And you sick of all those imitators
Don't let the real one intimidate ya
You know brown chocolate is your type,
I'm the one,
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one
I'm the one (Manjeet)

I can give you more than you ever felt
I kiss her on the cheek and her foundation melt
I hit that pose and she start to touch herself
'Cause I do it right, they didn't even blur my
I'm not Chance The Rapper, everything is
And I drive a big so I have the major key
My daily routine is 13 rotis
And then another one, my serve it up to me
She say she want a guy who can speak another
Like kidhan soniyeh, I'm a mother savage
She want sex marriage but let me tell you this
When I hit it, we cricket and it's going to be a six
She want to go to India, get gold, no spray
to see the Taj Mahal when we on vacation
Go to my nation, where aloo is
But she got no visa
doe

Yes I am a minority, but I the most
The of your aunties are liking all my posts
And I her goosebumps, I am Manjeet the ghost
Her ex is now comedy, I made that boy a

Manjeet on the
Be the
music
I am a cool guy, my is Manjeet
Sector 17
And one time let me you on this sick beat
What is my routine
In my taxi, my
In my taxi, my
In my taxi, my Uber, I mean
In my

All the ladies scream Manjeet they see me on the street
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am of my taxi
Got a sweetie on my right and my in my backseat
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am inside of my

I'm cruising through the town, got my down
Justin in my speaker playing very loud
I have many rupees, buying by the pound
I would make it rain but people would drown
I need GPS, I have map in my brain
When I see traffic, I make my own
I don't need street name, no, I this tree
Out of my way, beep, horn, please
Beep beep, horn okay
Gel in my because I am the style
love it so they tell me what to dial
And then I give them and then they ask me,
Manjeet, can you please pick me up in

That's
Manjeet
Chandigarh 17
Rap music, getting all the womens, that's
And all the mens, I mean, no, not this
I mean because I'm very handsome so like
Okay, you, cancel
beat
Okay,

Raindrop,
Cooking naan on a thavaa
Serving it with butter hot, hot, hot
I'm it straight to your mother
I go to when bored
First class when I board
Own so much property, life is
Pay me I own the whole board

My bad and boujee
She got them stacks of rupees
She did it herself, she got it herself, she say hell no to them
My auntie's bad and
She got the of them rupees
Saree worth more than your car, she dropping stacks at the

I check the time on my
Got girls turning red, not Holi
I'm my cookie in tea
I'm lit and it's not
I'm killing these like Dexter
Bag of money I text her
say guac is extra
I'm like do you want or cheque, sir?
I'm allergic to Uber X, I only do that Lux
I know tip included but I still him 100 bucks
He want to give me water but I drink champagne
My girl start texting, change destination, now we switching lanes
I Gucci, Prada, Versace
I got Chanel on my
I in a castle with gates
Postmates get to my place
I am class, like 8AM school
I Lassi, I keep it cool
Can't find your chachi, she's with massi, stroking in my swimming pool
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya