Luyện nghe bài hát Sag My Pants

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

Yeah, I erupt a bomb
So give up the
I slap you after bustin' a nut in my palm
Why you buggin' me something was wrong
Just take a puff of the
And let me leave mind corrupt from this song
See you can't stop me cause I'm a teens
And create dreams cause it pays off clean
I'm just an ironic symbolic illuminatic product
That's gonna be if I talk about it (Shh)
industry business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper because all you
I severe the weakest niggas who not on my
Because on the tombstone its as hard as it ever be
I'm by my wild image a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a plot, I do
Be offended by sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts and you ain't killin' 'em off, so

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

And parents hate me cause 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 mind
I dim the lights and the blinds
his neck is where my rope was tied
I yanked on it till I his spine (Yeah)
Lately I've been fuckin' off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil spits raw
I start a big
And slam his ass into a wall
And a fat nigga 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 to smash it
Boy you got a corny flow (True)
So you can suck my dick through a glory hole
I'm being me, what you trying to hate for
All you niggas is faker than Lupe Fiasco claimin' he
Yeah right, that nigga even ollie
him away on the dolly
Not even Satan can't me (What)

I sag my pants my ass shows
I even 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 muthafucka who don't get recognized
Eazy-E's wife's is somewhat now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set
For like three and a years
I don't think I why
I'm fuckin' and this is my reward
That's wacker than the five hundred dollars you me for
Eazy's dead now, yeah the label's finally
Too bad he knew that you were just a grimy whore
You can't what Eric built (Nah)
I know he's in his grave turnin' a Ferris wheel
Don't think you're cool just cause you mil
Bitch play the
I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so and real
I got some deep dark issues
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a
Fuck Ruthless, bitch I never 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 even hoes (Bitch)
I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah)

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