Luyện nghe bài hát Salma Hayek

And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you

I'm Joe
I'm an
But the don't know
I was spitting before flip phones
Back when it cool to rap about sniffing coke
And you
It be a shit show
But you ain't fuckin this, bro
Your got no signal
sucking on my biggest toe
And now I'm all up
On her money in the
And I even have to disrobe
I my boxers on
And use the hole
Roll the window
And feel the wind
Mama in the back of the
hot as a disco
I'm sicker a goldfish
in a fishbowl full of Crisco
Yo, officially official
You better get your tickets if we your zip code

I'm Hayek
On the Mississippi
In a stolen
fast like my life's in a time lapse
I'm so fly
I'm to fly traps
Get your mind out the
Or at you should line it with a bag
Tie it up to keep the lye gagged
To a minimal stack, a fixable flat
A sideline get you sidetracked
Put it up if you feel a blind rat
Just trying to climb out of a glass
We attack
But not allowed to back, right?
You not to fight back, right?
We might strike if it's time for that
I take my IQ test
On this app
In the eye on the way to the IHOP
your high ass

I'm Herbie
I it
I'm not a
I'm not not for profit, nah
I don't stop, I'm the
I'm on my Spock
Trying to live long and
me for trying to be modest
But ooey, I feel marvelous
obvious that these socks fit
So I'ma stomp the block
the goddamn apocalypse
Preceded by a
Of fire-breathing
The promise of
Not a
It's not a
Party on the rock
In a of toxins
And if you starving
Then the topic
Ain't left to say about it
You dirt
'Cause you it
And dirt the graveyard
You put on it