Luyện nghe bài hát No Slack in My Mack

I got a lot of in my pocket
I can throw them to the sky if you bitches 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
Powder and some
Trap exceptional
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 yourself
Praying for your help
Ima straight flay you and display you on my shelf
Ugly Yeah you see the chain
you see them hoes flock to me say my name
I'm in that Chevy thing slinging 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?)
ain't 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 it Eddie Murphy
Laying in the hood, yeah I'm dying where they me
Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons like they're
I'm spitting out bones in my Patron, Lord have mercy
like nicotine, can't get enough
Plus I'm bad for health boy I'm dangerous stuff
Lungs of smoke and a bag full of guts
Not the innards of a Dutch a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, kareem oblongata
Pull a Louie V. and
to get inside her
Call my easy-rider
Call my the equalizer
my phone 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 that whack you said
You can attract cause you're dead
I'm ripping you to
Ugly Mane is not in the head