Luyện nghe bài hát No Slack in My Mack

I got a lot of in my pocket
I can throw to the sky if you bitches care to drop 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
and some decimals
Leaking out my
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
X-Men guns, catch me like the Sentinel
Flamethrower fire make a melt
Steady keep the product moving quick like a belt
You can't save
Praying for your saviors
Ima straight flay you and display you on my shelf
Mane Yeah you see the chain
Yeah you see them hoes to me say my name
I'm in that thing slinging banging run the game
You even see me fuckboy, we are not the same

I'm fly (Why's that?)
I got (Why's that?)
There ain't no in my mack

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

No in my mack x8
Get the x8

I'll play you mad fuckers
I keep it Murphy
Laying in the hood, yeah I'm dying where birthed me
Ima up these goblins and these goons like they're turkey
I'm spitting out their bones in my Patron, Lord have
Swag like nicotine, can't get
Plus I'm bad for your health boy I'm dangerous
Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of
Not the innards of a just a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, kareem abdula
Pull a V. and Prada
Anything to get her
Call my chopper
my dick the equalizer
Call my I'm the supplier
my bluff I'm not a liar
You're the liar when you're lying on your
With a bullet in your head thinking back on all that whack you said
You can never attract you're dead
I'm ripping you to
Ugly Mane is not in the head