Luyện nghe bài hát Sag My Pants

Funk
C'mon, sleepin' on me
ass rappers
Bitch ass
enough to make a nigga 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
take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt from this
See you stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens
And create false cause it pays off clean
I'm an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product
gonna be killed if I talk about it (Shh)
This industry is all screwed up
I no favorite rapper 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 wild a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a plot, I do
Be offended by sentence I jot
I got militant thoughts and you ain't killin' 'em off, so listen

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 em' I said fuck you
Yeah I said you (Yeah yeah)

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

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

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

I'm probably the sickest muthafucka who get recognized
wife's life is somewhat now jeopardized
She signed me and I was set
For like three and a half
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, yeah the finally yours
Too bad he never knew you were just a grimy whore
You can't maintain Eric built (Nah)
I know he's in his grave like a Ferris wheel
Don't think cool just cause you inherit mil
Bitch play the
I'm Hopsin, I spit shit so and real
I got deep dark issues within
All because you lied and to pretend you a friend
Fuck Ruthless, bitch I lend you a hand
And I'm a make sure ever signs with you again (You know why?)

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
I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)