Luyện nghe bài hát If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper

Manjeet
Sector 17
You looking through on a Friday night, yeah
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Staring at my picture like you 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 chocolate 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 than you ever felt
I kiss her on the cheek and watch her foundation
I hit that yoga pose and she start to herself
I do it right, they didn't even blur my belt
I'm not Chance The Rapper, is guaranteed
And I a big truck so I have the major 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
kidhan soniyeh, I'm a mother effing savage
She sex after marriage 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 spray
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 that boy a joke

on the beat
Be the
music
I am a cool guy, my 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 scream 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 of my taxi

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

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

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

My bad and boujee
She got them stacks of them
She did it herself, she got it herself, she say hell no to dowries
My auntie's bad and
She got the stacks of rupees
Saree worth more 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 killing these like Dexter
Bag of money when I her
Chipotle say guac is
I'm like do you want cash or cheque,
I'm allergic to Uber X, I only do that Lux
I tip included but I still give him 100 bucks
He want to give me water but I only drink
My girl start texting, destination, now we kissing switching lanes
I wear Gucci, Prada,
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, she's with your massi, in my swimming pool
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya