Luyện nghe bài hát If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper

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

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

Yes I am a minority, but I the most
The majority of your aunties are liking all my
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 name is
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 when see me on the street
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am of my taxi
Got a sweetie on my and my lunch in my backseat
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am of my taxi

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

That's
Singh
Chandigarh 17
Rap music, all the womens, that's right
And all the mens, I mean, no, not this
I mean because I'm handsome so everybody like
Okay, you, cancel
Cancel
Okay,

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

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

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