Luyện nghe bài hát Jamba

Papa ain't call though he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck You)
But now my balls, deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt'
scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals, arking, often just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores puberty
And bets 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 on Hodgy's sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his
Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," the fucking music up
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you
You too much, "Who the fuck 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 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the first
a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and '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 purple and
Get some sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm the vapes
You can smell us in places we walk
And our clothing is always in flakes
for two shake 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 faded gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape superglued
To the center of Kelly first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, shit is scary
The paranoia from marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the
Let's use this Philly as a for this bath salt, you dipshit

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