Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

For real though, for real though
for real
You know I'm sayin', I don't even
It's like, niggas forget who the fuck
Did what the
When the
niggas was still, not the fuck
Or
then, I say

1]
Dear Lord, have on my banana clips
Give 'em half, call it that splits
But my is really like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who on the planet with?
Apes, yeah you to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a banana in her
And on her chin, get these heathens off of my trunk
And all of these up off my rims
to take the shine up off of my Benz
SLR, nigga
Niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' to leave
Gon' roll around that B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve
Got body plans, so I karate stance so I open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Lee boy to destroy
Doo doo beat two T-boys with one freak one me
But I can DP like three more
Three for me or me or me or me or me or me
Team me is like meat eating animals meeting a
Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all of wars
and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening striking Viking
heightened, violence soars
[German-sounding
That was Adolf, reacting to my new
Translation: how come he can't be as as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
two sips of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I around
And I bent over and shit
I love Jay, that's my
I feel sicker than a cruise
I ain't competition, I don't shit
The only is this new shit
new niggas rappin' like they 2
They be actin' like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew
What happened to the
Niggas think they cause they rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like Chainz
I ain't matchin' in platinum
But I'm rappin' I'm flames
Like smackin' them in the of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my heroin is on metaphors and my is on brains
My left foot is in LA but my foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said, but what he said we dead
And that is insane
He's so crazy, look at the baby
Nigga you ain't Nas, you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you reject me
But done so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, please
These niggas 'bout to go to work so these gon' have to leave
And the bitch gone, knee shots disabled
Your DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a grenade all on table.
And my punch like an ocean
And I lay it on by the
But so strong, when I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my while I'm hangin' on to an angel
hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't that I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome nigga, Land, SLR
we go, FL bars
Hold up, go back to the part
Would say pause, but I was talkin' my own balls