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 rocks up in the
Treat pussies like they're objects, you can never stop the progress
and some vegetables
Trap game
and some decimals
Leaking out my
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
X-Men guns, me looking like the Sentinel
Flamethrower fire make a player
Steady keep the product moving quick a conveyor belt
You can't save
Praying for your help
Ima straight flay you and display you on my favorite
Ugly Mane you see the chain
Yeah you see hoes flock to me say my name
I'm in that Chevy thing 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 ain't no in my mack

Got (Got guns)
Got (Got bread)
There no slack in my mack

No slack in my x8
Get the x8

I'll 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 spitting out their bones in my Patron, Lord 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 Dutch just a bag of guts
Balling on my mind, abdula oblongata
a Louie V. and Prada
Anything to get her
Call my chopper
Call my dick the
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 back on all that whack shit you said
You can never attract cause dead
I'm ripping you to
Mane is not right in the head