Luyện nghe bài hát Sag My Pants

Funk
C'mon, sleepin' on me
Hollywood ass
ass females
That's to make a nigga flip

Yeah, I like a bomb
So up the baton
I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my
Why you me like something 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 dreams it pays off clean
I'm just an ironic symbolic illuminatic product
That's be killed if I talk about it (Shh)
This industry is all screwed up
I have no favorite because all you suck
I severe the weakest niggas who not on my
on the tombstone its as hard as it will ever be
I'm judged by my image a lot
And everybody seems to I have a sinister plot, I do
Be by every sentence I jot
I got some militant thoughts and you ain't killin' 'em off, so

I sag my pants until my ass
I slap 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)

I snuck in Drake's house when he was alone (Uh oh)
You can say I a bogus mind
I dim the lights and the blinds
Around his neck is where my rope was
I yanked on it till I broke his (Yeah)
Lately been fuckin' pissed off (Why?)
'Cause everybody's sayin' Lil spits raw
I a big brawl
And slam his ass a brick wall
And a fat nigga sit on him
Rick (Gross)
I don't with this rap shit
I got no life, I in the attic
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 me, what you trying to hate for
All you niggas is faker Lupe Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, nigga can't even ollie
him away 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 I love you
So tell em' I fuck you
I said fuck you (Yeah yeah)

I'm probably the sickest muthafucka who don't get
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 dope and this is my reward
That's wacker 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 what Eric built (Nah)
I know he's in his grave turnin' a Ferris wheel
Don't think you're cool just you inherit mil
Bitch the skills
I'm Hopsin, I spit so unfair and real
I got deep dark issues within
All because you lied and tried to pretend you a
Fuck Ruthless, I never lend you a hand
And I'm a make sure nobody signs with you again (You know why?)

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

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