Luyện nghe bài hát Lap Dance

(Verse 1)

Ass so fat I need a lap dance, I eat pussy up like Pac-Man
Ass so fat I need a lap dance, I eat that pussy up like
out, with my nigga Taevon
It's a day, so i got my shades on
All you squares, just like a diagram
think they seeing me like I'm some type of hologram

(Verse 2)

Jay F. Tae, and the F be for Fortitude
Coldest rapper here, now watch me the altitude
Fuck me wrong, then I am at your latitude
Never you seen a rapper of this fucking magnitude
Nigga don't play, I'm more you
Nigga play, I'm warning you
I aim that gun, then execute, I'm flier a parachute
Bands a her dance, she make that ass clap
I rip her panties off and then I start to eat her
She bring ass back, make it do a thunder clap
Detroit my habitat, I'm the King, I'm that
Can't no nigga do what I do when I do I do 'cause I do it so great
Let's get this straight, this is not a debate
I operate to increase my and intake
Kicking asses, just like I was a Spartan
And in case you didn't know, I still be the Sergeant
He so versatile, I swear he kill song
Sippin' on that cup, no rest in peace to my Styrofoam
Put that in my face, it put me right where I belong
I put this track to sleep like some fucking chloroform

(Verse 3)

Flow stay wet like the Mississippi
And I'll sign a contract, with the bidder
You know me, instrumental
I take song, remix your song, and eat your song for dinner
I'm all these niggas, R.I.P to the competition
I'm a kamikaze rider, I up like a cataclysm
is magnetic, all you niggas is pathetic
And I put this to sleep like my flow carry anesthetic
all these niggas, no I'm not apologetic
If I it then I meant it, we can put it up and bet
Still shit, hundred yard lane
The way I treat instrumentals be labeled inhumane
Let me see you twerk, I give her the
Hit her G-spot and make her whole fucking jerk
I test the pussy out, just to see if it will
Excuse my French I know my lyrics might be overt, bitch
I live in the like the Angels do
I'm chopped and screwed, I'm armed to
You ain't seen a nigga as raw as this since Wayne Tha Carter 2
I'm sick the flu, you a bugaboo
I yo' bitch, let's rendezvous
I cook these niggas up barbecue
For the record I don't spit, I
Niggas think they on my level, clearly is not true
F-y-i, nobody barking up my avenue
Ass so fat, girl I I need a lap dance
so wild, boy I think I need a cat-scan
Stuntin' is a choice, and ballin' is a
up to that nigga like what's poppin' kemosabe
That have ya lookin' like ya went through a tsunami
No need for you to me 'cause I know my flow is Godly
J Lethal, I had to show out for 3
All these niggas gettin' chin checked like a
Killing track after track, I'm on a murder spree
Bitch, I am the Human Torch and you get burned to the degree
on my back, Supras on my feet
I could you how to stunt
But still you wouldn't be to compete
She give me while I tweet
Don't be mistaken, I'm
My pockets steady flexin', hey bitch check out physique