Luyện nghe bài hát Jamba

Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, all good (Fuck You)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, just nutt'
Bitches scared to let me 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 Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking
I'm animals, Noah's arking, often just nonsense
Four in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach
Cussing out like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you a tip bitch, well here's my dick 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 when you touch his
Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," the fucking music up
So I can these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You too much, "Who the fuck 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 bitch in a through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this 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 piss 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 'em drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

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

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's 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 grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the
You can smell us in places when we
And our is always covered 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 faded like gradient
Shit I'm like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is
The paranoia from marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this salt, you dipshit

C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as 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 ass nigga Samuel.