Luyện nghe bài hát If My Indian Dad Was A Rapper

Manjeet
Chandigarh 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 imitators
Don't let the real one intimidate 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 spice than you ever felt
I kiss her on the and watch her foundation melt
I hit that yoga pose and she start to touch
I do it right, they didn't even blur my belt
I'm not The Rapper, everything is guaranteed
And I drive a big truck so I have the key
My routine is eating 13 rotis
And then another one, my serve it up to me
She say she want a guy who can speak language
kidhan soniyeh, I'm a mother effing savage
She want sex marriage but let me tell you this
When I hit it, we cricket and it's going to be a six
She want to go to India, get gold, no tans
Want to see the Taj Mahal when we on
Go to my nation, where is potato
But she got no visa
doe

Yes I am a minority, but I the most
The of your aunties 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 name is
From 17
And one time let me tell you on this sick
is my morning 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 through the town, got my windows down
Justin Bieber in my playing very loud
I have many rupees, ladoos by the pound
I would make it rain but then people drown
I don't need GPS, I map in my brain
I see traffic, I make my own lane
I don't need name, no, I recognize this tree
Out of my way, beep, horn, okay
Beep beep, horn please
Gel in my hair because I am the
Ladies love it so they tell me what to
And then I give them call and they ask me,
Manjeet, can you please pick me up in

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

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

I check the on my Rollie
Got girls turning red, it's not
I'm my cookie in tea
I'm lit and not Diwali
I'm killing these suckers like
Bag of when I text her
Chipotle say is extra
I'm like do you want cash or cheque,
I'm to Uber X, I only do that Uber Lux
I know tip but I still give him 100 bucks
He to give me water but I only drink champagne
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
can't get to my place
I am first class, like 8AM
I Lassi, I keep it cool
Can't find chachi, she's with your massi, stroking in my swimming pool
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya