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 this broad's jaws, swallow girl, just nutt'
Bitches scared to let me smash on ass
they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm this fucking awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, just rapping nonsense
Four in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores puberty
And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no
Oh, you want a tip bitch, here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

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

I tumble crush on Hodgy's sluts, give up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty you touch his lunch
Like "What the I'm drunk as fuck," turn 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 that on my pubes and nuts, if I 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 flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a in a few
The sickening view, a woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids 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 shit that's green, a little and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored
I hate the grape I can taste it I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places we walk
And our clothing is always covered in
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm fucking faded gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's
To the center of Kelly Price waist.
It's like my first date Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you

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- butt my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here that weak ass nigga Samuel.