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 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 is your 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 give you more spice than you ever
I kiss her on the and watch her foundation melt
I hit that yoga pose and she start to herself
'Cause I do it right, they didn't even my belt
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 another one, my wifey serve it up to me
She say she want a guy who can another language
Like kidhan soniyeh, I'm a mother effing
She want sex after marriage but let me you this
When I hit it, we playing cricket and it's to be a six
She want to go to India, get gold, no tans
Want to see the Taj Mahal we on vacation
Go to my nation, where is potato
But she got no visa
doe

Yes I am a minority, but I give the
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 boy a joke

on the beat
Be the
Conviction
I am a guy, my name is Manjeet
Sector 17
And one time let me tell you on this 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 Manjeet when 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 and my lunch 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 Bieber in my playing very loud
I have many rupees, buying by the pound
I would make it rain but then would drown
I don't 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 please
Gel in my hair because I am the
Ladies love it so tell me what to dial
And then I them call and then they ask me,
Manjeet, can you pick me up in taxi?

right
Manjeet
Sector 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 everybody
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 when bored
First class emirates when I
Own so property, life is Monopoly
Pay me 'cause I own the whole

My bad and boujee
She got stacks 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 rupees
Saree more than your car, she dropping stacks at the bazaar

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