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 your pussies like objects, you can never stop the progress
Powder and vegetables
game exceptional
Commas and some
out my gastrointestinal
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel
Flamethrower fire make a player
Steady keep the product moving like a conveyor belt
You save yourself
for your saviors help
Ima straight you and display you on my favorite shelf
Ugly Mane Yeah you see the
Yeah you see them hoes to me say my name
I'm in that Chevy 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 slack in my

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

No in my mack x8
Get the x8

I'll play you mad mother
I keep it Murphy
in the hood, yeah 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 have
Swag like nicotine, get enough
Plus I'm bad for your health boy I'm dangerous
Lungs of smoke and a bag full of guts
Not the of a Dutch just a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, abdula oblongata
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 on your back
With a bullet in head thinking back on all that whack shit you said
You can never attract cause you're
I'm you to shreds
Mane is not right in the head