Luyện nghe bài hát Sag My Pants

Funk
C'mon, keep on me
ass rappers
Bitch ass
That's enough to make a flip

Yeah, I like a bomb
So give up the
I slap you after a fuckin' nut in my palm
Why you buggin' me something was wrong
Just a puff of the bong
And let me your mind corrupt from this song
See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash
And create false cause it pays off clean
I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic
That's gonna be if I talk about it (Shh)
This business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper because all you
I the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
Because on the its as hard as it will ever be
I'm judged by my image a lot
And seems to think I have a sinister plot, I do
Be by every sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts and you killin' 'em off, so listen

I sag my pants my ass shows
I even hoes (Bitch)
Yeah I'm an (Yeah yeah)

And your hate me cause I love you
So tell em' I fuck you
Yeah I fuck you (Yeah yeah)

I snuck in house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have a bogus
I dim the and close the blinds
Around his neck is my rope was tied
I yanked on it I broke his spine (Yeah)
Lately I've fuckin' pissed off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil Wayne raw
I a big brawl
And slam his ass a brick wall
And have a fat sit on him
Rick (Gross)
I don't play with rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the
Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to it
Soulja Boy you got a flow (True)
So you can suck my fuckin' dick a glory hole
I'm just me, what you trying to hate for
All you niggas is than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga even ollie
Push him on the dolly
Not Satan can't stop me (What)

I sag my pants until my ass
I even slap (Witch)
I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)

And your parents me cause I love you
So tell em' I fuck you
Yeah I said you (Yeah yeah)

I'm probably the muthafucka who don't get recognized
Eazy-E's wife's is somewhat now jeopardized
She me and I was set aside
For like and a half years
I don't I remember why
I'm fuckin' dope and this is my
wacker than the five hundred dollars you signed me for
Eazy's dead now, the label's finally yours
Too bad he never knew you were just a grimy whore
You can't maintain what built (Nah)
I know he's in his turnin' like a Ferris wheel
Don't you're cool just cause you inherit mil
Bitch the skills
I'm Hopsin, I shit so unfair and real
I got some dark issues within
All you lied and tried to pretend you a friend
Fuck Ruthless, bitch I never lend you a
And I'm a make sure nobody ever signs you again (You know why?)

I sag my pants until my ass
I even hoes (Bitch)
I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)

And your parents hate me cause I you
So tell em' I said you
Yeah I fuck you (Yeah yeah)