Luyện nghe bài hát If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper

Manjeet
Sector 17
You looking through Tinder on a night, yeah
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 other
Don't let the only real one 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 spice you ever felt
I kiss her on the cheek and watch her foundation
I hit that yoga pose and she start to herself
'Cause I do it right, they didn't even blur my
I'm not The Rapper, everything is guaranteed
And I drive a big truck so I have the key
My daily is eating 13 rotis
And then another one, my serve it up to me
She say she a guy who can speak another language
Like soniyeh, I'm a mother effing savage
She want sex after but let me tell you this
When I hit it, we playing and it's going to be a six
She want to go to India, get gold, no tans
to see the Taj Mahal when we on vacation
Go to my nation, where is potato
But she ain't got no
doe

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

Manjeet on the
Be the
Conviction
I am a cool guy, my is Manjeet
From 17
And one let me tell 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 scream Manjeet when they see me on the street
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am inside of my
Got a sweetie on my right and my lunch in my
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am inside of my

I'm through the town, got my windows down
Bieber in my speaker playing very loud
I have many rupees, ladoos by the pound
I make it rain but then people would drown
I don't need GPS, I have map in my
When I see traffic, I make my own
I don't need street name, no, I recognize tree
Out of my way, beep, horn, okay
Beep beep, horn please
Gel in my hair because I am the
love it so they tell me what to dial
And then I give 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 so everybody like
Okay, thank you,
Cancel
Okay,

Raindrop,
some naan on a thavaa
Serving it with butter hot, hot, hot
I'm serving it straight to your
I go to Dubai when
First class emirates when I
Own so much property, is Monopoly
Pay me 'cause I own the board

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

I the time on my Rollie
Got turning red, it's not Holi
I'm my cookie in tea
I'm lit and not Diwali
I'm killing these suckers Dexter
Bag of when I text her
Chipotle say is extra
I'm like do you want or cheque, sir?
I'm allergic to X, I only do that Uber Lux
I know tip included but I still give him 100
He want to give me water but I only drink
My start texting, change destination, now we kissing switching lanes
I wear Gucci, Prada,
I got on my face
I live in a castle gates
Postmates can't get to my
I am first class, 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