Luyện nghe bài hát Profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep,

I got my on the corner
In the back of the club with a
And they rolling up a
that country stash
You ain't never a bull rider bumping UGK
Nah homie, you ain't seen that
Fuck it, pete, like a seat
Hip hop 'em all lean back
a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce
Chevrolet sitting tall a cloud
Yeah, pick trailer park girl up
Dirty blonde digger, dong, get out
Yeah, let the lid out
Bud puffing in this jar, lightning bug
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you 'cause I'm nice
To spot a punk like a
I'm on it, my opponents it
Get your up D-boy
I ain't a D-boy, but my folks they it
Done clipped the bud and done it
I been sipping Bud, you ain't
I'm in the bible belt a church, in the lobby
they offering trade for that profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don't try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep,

Let me get
Targeting artists, ain't no dodging em, them
Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been shit
No tours and shit, no Nintendo, but I got cartridges
Cartman shit, working my big old tool like I carpentry
Pardon me the, nigga you know me, the hottest commodity
Probably catch me posted at penny province in
they copping it, stopping me, nope
No ? Copping me,
P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail
I'll slow it a minute (what?)
Cause I ain't been around a
These niggas feeling themselves cause I let em the crown a minute
And I'll admit I get beside myself
Only I know I got dope rhymes
And my lines will fuck wit yo mind, I'm bucking, bout my

Yep, yep, yep, I'm all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, even try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep,

I am a Slumerican
Yelawolf he can swear me in
I got a double barrel in my box Chevy
When my album drop, everybody again
And I'm prepared to win at all
Y'all talk a lot of shit, tear my skin
And rumor has it I'm crazy, I to see a therapist
Well if the shoe fits, fuck it Imma wear it
Cause I'm a go getter, I would for ten
I'm bout to turn up a sombrero rim
I'm kinda like a modern day Larry
It's shit, baby fuck Katy Perry fans
I rep Atlanta, I ain't never been to Paris,
I switch lanes, crossing over like I'm Lin
You can't admire me, let me catch you staring pimp
I'm like a great white shark in this
When I was young, I kids out caroling
Around the holidays, they pistol carrying
In the spare, paper was imperative
I'm in my pocket, only thing there was lint
Well I compare with then, don't want to a cent
We up in all black, in a pair of tens
I ran up in a local house, I lay it down
Motherfucker, show me where it is, I'm bout to take profit

Yep, yep, yep, I'm all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don't try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so the fuck up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah (profit)