Luyện nghe bài hát Sag My Pants

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

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

I sag my until my ass shows
I slap hoes (Bitch)
I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)

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

I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone (Uh oh)
You can say I have a mind
I dim the lights and the blinds
Around his neck is where my was tied
I on it till I broke his spine (Yeah)
I've been fuckin' pissed off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's Lil Wayne spits raw
I start a big
And his ass into a brick wall
And have a fat sit on him
Rick (Gross)
I don't play with this rap
I got no life, I in the attic
a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got a corny (True)
So you can suck my fuckin' dick through a hole
I'm just being me, what you to hate for
All you is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga can't ollie
Push him away on the
Not even Satan can't me (What)

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

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

I'm probably the muthafucka who don't get recognized
Eazy-E's life is somewhat now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set
For like three and a years
I think I remember why
I'm dope and this is my reward
That's wacker the five hundred dollars you signed me for
Eazy's now, yeah the label's finally yours
Too bad he never that you were just a grimy whore
You maintain what Eric built (Nah)
I know he's in his grave turnin' like a wheel
Don't think cool just cause you inherit mil
Bitch the skills
I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so and real
I got some deep dark within
All because you lied and tried to you a friend
Ruthless, bitch I never lend you a hand
And I'm a make sure nobody signs with you again (You know why?)

I sag my until my ass shows
I slap hoes (Bitch)
I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)

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