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, the rocks up in the projects
Treat your pussies like they're objects, you can never stop the
and some vegetables
Trap game
Commas and decimals
Leaking out my
Bitch, I'm a
Bitch, I am
X-Men guns, catch me looking like the
Flamethrower make a player melt
Steady keep the product quick like a conveyor belt
You can't yourself
for your saviors help
Ima flay you and display you on my favorite shelf
Ugly Mane Yeah you see the
you see them hoes flock to me say my name
I'm in that Chevy slinging 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 Murphy
Laying in the hood, yeah I'm where they birthed me
Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons 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 boy I'm dangerous stuff
Lungs full of and a bag full of guts
Not the of a Dutch just a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, kareem abdula
Pull a V. and Prada
to get inside her
Call my chopper
Call my dick the
Call my phone I'm the
Call my bluff I'm not a
You're the liar when you're lying on your
With a bullet in your head back on all that whack shit you said
You can attract cause you're dead
I'm you to shreds
Ugly Mane is not in the head