Luyện nghe bài hát Sag My Pants

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

Yeah, I erupt like a
So up the baton
I slap you after bustin' a nut in my palm
Why you buggin' me like was wrong
Just take a of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt this song
See you can't me cause I'm a brainwash teens
And create false dreams it pays off clean
I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic
That's gonna be killed if I talk it (Shh)
This industry business is all up
I have no favorite rapper 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 seems to think I have a sinister plot, I do
Be offended by sentence I jot
I got some thoughts and you ain't killin' 'em off, so listen

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

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

I in Drake's house when he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have a mind
I dim the lights and the blinds
Around his is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it till I broke his (Yeah)
Lately I've fuckin' pissed off (Why?)
everybody's sayin' Lil Wayne spits raw
I start a big
And slam his ass into a brick
And a fat nigga sit on him
Rick (Gross)
I don't play with this rap
I got no life, I stay in the
Fuck a rap career, I'm to smash it
Soulja Boy you got a flow (True)
So you can suck my fuckin' dick through a hole
I'm just being me, you trying to hate for
All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco he skateboards
right, that nigga can't even ollie
Push him on the dolly
Not even can't stop me (What)

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

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

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

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

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