Luyện nghe bài hát If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper

Manjeet
Sector 17
You through Tinder on a Friday night, yeah
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Staring at my like you want to swipe right
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one,
And you sick of all other imitators
Don't let the only real one 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 than you ever felt
I kiss her on the cheek and watch her foundation
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, is guaranteed
And I drive a big truck so I have the key
My daily routine is eating 13
And then another one, my wifey it up to me
She say she want a guy who can another language
Like soniyeh, I'm a mother effing savage
She want sex after marriage but let me tell you
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 when we on
Go to my nation, where is potato
But she ain't got no
doe

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

on the beat
Be the
Conviction
I am a cool guy, my name is
Sector 17
And one time let me tell you on this beat
What is my morning
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 inside of my
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 windows
Justin in my speaker playing very 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 because I am the style
Ladies love it so they tell me what to
And then I give them call and then ask me,
Manjeet, can you pick me up in taxi?

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

Raindrop,
Cooking naan on a thavaa
Serving it with butter hot, hot, hot
I'm serving it straight to your
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 them
She did it herself, she got it herself, she say hell no to them
My bad and boujee
She got the of them rupees
Saree worth than your car, she dropping stacks at the bazaar

I check the on my Rollie
Got girls turning red, not Holi
I'm my cookie in tea
I'm lit and it's not
I'm killing these suckers 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 know tip but I still give him 100 bucks
He want to give me water but I only drink
My girl start texting, change destination, now we switching lanes
I wear Gucci, Prada,
I got Chanel on my
I live in a with gates
Postmates get to my place
I am first class, 8AM school
I like Lassi, I keep it
Can't find your chachi, she's your massi, stroking in my swimming pool
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya