Luyện nghe bài hát No Slack in My Mack

I got a lot of profits in my
I can throw them to the sky if you bitches care to it
I'm cocky, switch the topic, chop the rocks up in the
Treat your pussies like they're objects, you can stop the progress
and some vegetables
Trap game
Commas and decimals
Leaking out my
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
X-Men guns, catch me looking like the
Flamethrower fire a player melt
Steady the product moving quick like a conveyor belt
You can't yourself
Praying for your saviors
Ima straight flay you and display you on my favorite
Ugly Yeah you see the chain
Yeah you see them flock to me say my name
I'm in that thing slinging banging run the game
You can't even see me fuckboy, we are not the

I'm fly (Why's that?)
I got (Why's that?)
There no slack in my mack

Got (Got guns)
Got (Got bread)
ain't no slack in my mack

No in my mack x8
Get the x8

play you mad mother fuckers
I keep it Eddie
Laying in the hood, I'm dying where they birthed me
Ima up these goblins and these goons like they're turkey
I'm out their bones in my Patron, Lord have mercy
Swag nicotine, can't get enough
Plus I'm bad for your health boy I'm dangerous
full of smoke and a bag full of guts
Not the of a Dutch just a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, kareem oblongata
Pull a V. and Prada
Anything to get her
Call my easy-rider
Call my the equalizer
Call my I'm the supplier
Call my I'm not a liar
You're the liar when lying on your back
With a bullet in your head thinking back on all whack shit you said
You can attract cause you're dead
I'm you to shreds
Ugly is not right in the head