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, the topic, chop the rocks up in the projects
Treat pussies like they're objects, you can never stop the progress
and some vegetables
Trap game
Commas and some
out my gastrointestinal
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
X-Men guns, catch me looking the Sentinel
Flamethrower fire make a player
Steady keep the product moving quick a conveyor belt
You save yourself
for your saviors help
Ima straight flay you and display you on my shelf
Ugly Yeah you see the chain
Yeah you see them flock to me say my name
I'm in that Chevy thing 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 slack in my

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 keep it Murphy
Laying in the hood, yeah I'm dying where birthed me
Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons like they're
I'm spitting out their in my Patron, Lord have mercy
Swag like nicotine, can't get
Plus I'm bad for your boy I'm dangerous stuff
Lungs full of and a bag full of guts
Not the innards of a just a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, abdula oblongata
Pull a V. and Prada
to get inside her
Call my chopper
my dick the equalizer
Call my phone I'm the
Call my bluff I'm not a
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