Luyện nghe bài hát Samurai

Cadillac gold grills in my fuckin' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain on my vertebrae
All niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Clay
Mountain Climbing's the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for shit to drop
wish whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every fucking 2
I see you running ya chops, it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the
I'm at the beach
Bitch I'm at the beach, (oh) I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that this shit is at your reach
I'm here to it g
, from the (I's) how I see
You're to be a b-i-t on my d
I no ID for you to recognize
I my thought,
got you petrified, I'm next to die
me invisible,
and also one mentally individual
(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the around)
Why the fuck got niggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of shit can't pay for
Cooler the beach
the lakeshore
You take six, well I'mma take more
I'm a virgin dick, I go hard,
and I get up in your and boguard
Niggas riding without the chauffeur
I'mma drown ass and take your surfboard (PUSSY!)
My stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and it moving forward
Nigga sat and playing on the couch, bored
Slower, you fuckers goin' nowhere
for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and the score
And trail like a tail on a horse