Luyện nghe bài hát Slick Talk

Activate, activate,
Activate, activate,
You know I'm to activate
Activate, activate,
Activate, activate,
Kenny!

Activation,
Maturation, Process rap game too
your lady, masturbation on her face
A acne patient patient, so complacent
Comfortable, a basic of shit
my own, I own my dick
Go shaloma unpredictable and
With the of fold of big clips
Ya'll know I feel
I came in this bitch
Claiming the 6, I care
About famous and shit
I was a bad little never had, get the bag
Give it to my fam, I am who I am
I don't get a jam in the jam
Had a dream of eating lamb in the
And the label come off fam the ram
Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam
Start scheming boy, you die where you

This the type of shit that have niggas in
Dat slick talk by some stick talk then sleep
off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can that shit off like fleas
I got shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short
I know alotta favorites
Not gon' fuck this part
When I'm done, please that
I was to diss y'all
Cuz' if this is a
Then I'm this bar
In my city, who's me?
I'm in my own Jack
Nickel J.I.D. so flame I propane rap
I'm from Atlanta like
Gucci and Travis
But my is similar to
The hare and the
Pen so sharp stories
You I forged it
Back in the fourth
Never read George
My Corey kept a little 40
Inside his Face
Left a nigga no face
And the court case
Coming home from practice
Took the street the way
We from the East, but
Gave niggas a to try
You think soft pussy, niggas eat the Sorbet
Or eating your face, squeeze the
Then leaving place
I've telling you life's a bitch
But it's a in your case
been yelling and throwing fits
I'm of screaming all day
I've been fighting these demons all day
Man, this ain't never been easy
Maybe I just need a
your boy the blower, let me squeeze it
Blow a little steam, hating, I'm just heated
know what I mean
But niggas don't know what I been
So, if I you, then
Uhh uhh uhh uhh

I heard looking for a problem
But we don't even move the rent due
My niggas hands itching finna rob
pray to god that he don't get you
Better pray to god that he get you
Better pray to god that he get you
Better to god that he don't get you
Oh
Better to god

Look ok, what a nigga say
My think I made it
Lift my head to sky, I cry and begin
Thanks to the maker, got me out of an place
My nigga for 17 years like a cicada
than a motivator for me to get off my anus
And kick ass like I'm Danny
Put the pen pad to the
Big mad a painting brush
Splish splash, drawing scenes dim lit past
Dimwit, shit syndicate with the pen grip
Ripping shit, intimate, rhyme kicking
Let's
your list? Your top 10?
Let's just say whoever than
I'm now, I was ready then
I was headed down the
Rap game in a wedding
She gave me the
I said, "Yes" and vowed for now
On the honeymoon, naked now
On a money pile, doing
I'm a father now, you are my
Or you aren't my
I'm on Maury now, and I'm loud
The results are found, you did not out
It's your killer's bitch a doggy pound
We now
I want the ring, cars, clothes, all the
You my heart, re-organizing
Really to be mature about it
But I got a killer like a dealer
rhyme spiller
I shoulda a rapper
Nigga, this a gun and a

I heard looking for a problem
But we don't even move 'till the due
My niggas itching finna rob something
Better to god that he don't get you
Better pray to God he don't get you
pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God he don't get you

(Not that I it, that nigga is capped as fuck man
Ain't no captain for real, super
Oh where your from)
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