Luyện nghe bài hát No Slack in My Mack

I got a lot of in my pocket
I can them to the sky if you bitches care to drop it
I'm cocky, switch the topic, chop the up in the projects
Treat your pussies like objects, you can never stop the progress
Powder and vegetables
game exceptional
Commas and decimals
out my gastrointestinal
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel
Flamethrower fire make a melt
Steady keep the product quick like a conveyor belt
You can't yourself
for your saviors help
Ima straight flay you and display you on my shelf
Mane Yeah you see the chain
Yeah you see them hoes flock to me say my
I'm in that Chevy thing slinging banging run the
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)
There ain't no slack in my

No slack in my x8
Get the x8

play you mad mother fuckers
I it Eddie Murphy
in the hood, yeah I'm dying where they birthed me
Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons they're turkey
I'm spitting out their in my Patron, Lord have mercy
Swag nicotine, can't get enough
Plus I'm bad for your health boy I'm stuff
Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of
Not the innards of a Dutch just a bag full of
Balling on my mind, kareem oblongata
Pull a V. and Prada
Anything to get her
Call my chopper
Call my the equalizer
my phone I'm the supplier
Call my bluff I'm not a
You're the when you're lying on your back
With a bullet in your head thinking back on all that whack you said
You can never cause you're dead
I'm you to shreds
Mane is not right in the head