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, girl, it's just nutt'
Bitches to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the of the cabin
Camp nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often fucking awesome
I'm animals, arking, often just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my 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 a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

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

I tumble crush on Hodgy's sluts, give money up nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's when you touch his lunch
Like "What the fuck? I'm as fuck," turn the fucking music up
So I can these 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, crew on turf, new
I can see the in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to
on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill, I use earth to infuse the birth
Of my on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs it's cool (Fucker)

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

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga smoke weed
shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then it be
I got a I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the
You can smell us in places we walk
And our clothing is covered in flakes
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 faded like
Shit I'm stuck the tape that's superglued
To the of Kelly Price first waist.
like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, pass 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 as.. F- your butt my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here comes weak ass nigga Samuel.