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 a bomb
So give up the
I you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm
Why you buggin' me something was wrong
take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt from song
See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash
And create dreams 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 is all screwed up
I have no favorite because all you suck
I severe the niggas who not on my pedigree
Because on the tombstone its as hard as it will be
I'm judged by my image a lot
And everybody to think I have a sinister plot, I do
Be offended by every I jot
I got some militant thoughts and you ain't 'em off, so listen

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

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

I snuck in Drake's house he was alone inside (Uh oh)
You can say I have a bogus
I dim the and close the blinds
Around his is where my rope was tied
I on it till I broke his spine (Yeah)
Lately I've fuckin' pissed off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil spits raw
I start a big
And slam his ass into a brick
And a fat nigga sit on him
Rick (Gross)
I play with this rap shit
I got no life, I in the attic
a rap career, I'm waiting 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 than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga even ollie
him away on the dolly
Not even can't stop me (What)

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

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

I'm probably the sickest who don't get recognized
wife's life is somewhat now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set
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 now, yeah the label's finally yours
Too bad he never knew that you were just a whore
You can't maintain what built (Nah)
I he's in his grave turnin' like a Ferris wheel
Don't think you're cool just cause you mil
Bitch the skills
I'm Hopsin, I spit so unfair and real
I got some dark issues within
All because you and tried to pretend you a friend
Fuck Ruthless, bitch I lend you a hand
And I'm a make nobody ever signs with you again (You know why?)

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

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