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 want to swipe
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one,
And you sick of all those imitators
let the only real 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 give you more spice than you ever
I kiss her on the cheek and watch her foundation
I hit that yoga and she start to touch herself
'Cause I do it right, they didn't blur my belt
I'm not The Rapper, everything is guaranteed
And I drive a big truck so I the major key
My daily is eating 13 rotis
And another one, my wifey serve it up to me
She say she a guy who can speak another language
Like kidhan soniyeh, I'm a mother effing
She sex after marriage but let me tell 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 spray
to see the Taj Mahal when we on vacation
Go to my nation, where aloo is
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
music
I am a cool guy, my is Manjeet
Sector 17
And one let me tell you on this sick beat
What is my morning
In my taxi, my
In my taxi, my
In my taxi, my Uber, I taxi
In my

All the ladies scream Manjeet when they see me on the
Oh-ho, I am in my taxi, oh-ho, I am of my taxi
Got a on my right 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
Justin Bieber in my speaker playing loud
I have many rupees, buying by the pound
I would make it 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, okay please
Gel in my because I am the style
Ladies it so they tell me what to dial
And then I them call and then they ask me,
Manjeet, can you please pick me up in

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

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

My auntie's bad and
She got them stacks of 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 worth more your car, she dropping stacks at the bazaar

I check the time on my
Got turning red, it's not Holi
I'm my cookie 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 like do you cash 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 drink champagne
My girl start texting, change destination, now we kissing switching
I wear Gucci, Prada,
I got on my face
I in a castle with gates
Postmates can't get to my
I am class, like 8AM school
I like Lassi, I it cool
find your chachi, she's with your massi, stroking in my swimming pool
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya