Luyện nghe bài hát Jamba

Papa ain't call even he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck You)
But now my balls, balls deep in broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt'
Bitches scared to let me on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, often just rapping
Four stories in my like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during
And take on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my for gratiturity, bitch

em' Down!
Nigga em' Down!
em' Down!

I tumble crush on sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty you touch his lunch
Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," the fucking music up
So I can hear stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the are you to us, uterus?"
I put on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the first
Fuck a nurse, I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink and eat a dick in a few
The view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

em' Down!
Nigga em' Down!
em' Down!

Hodgy, this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored
I hate the I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in
Enough for two blunts and "What the fuck is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm fucking like gradient
Shit I'm like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price waist.
It's like my first with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this is very heavy, I'm lifted
by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit

C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you as fuck my nigga
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as.. F- your my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here comes that weak ass Samuel.