Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

1]
Dear Lord, have mercy on my clips
Give 'em half, call it banana splits
But my halves is really like a 6
Do these bananas any idea who they on the planet with?
Apes, you bananas to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a banana in her
And wine on her chin, get these heathens off of my
And all of swine up off my rims
to take the shine up off of my Benz
SLR, nigga
Niggas 'bout to go to so these bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve
Got body plans, so I karate stance so I could up my chi
Lu the boy, too Lee boy to destroy
Doo doo beat like two T-boys one freak one me
But I can DP like it's three
rewards for me or me or me or me or me or me
Team me is like eating animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all of wars
Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin'
Lightening striking Viking
Fighting heightened, violence
[German-sounding
That was Adolf, to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be as as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two sips of the holy
I backed up and I turned around
And I bent over and pittoo'd
I Jay, that's my nigga
I feel sicker a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I move shit
The only opposition is new shit
These new rappin' like they 2
They be actin' like they you, man that's-- shit
What to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they rappin' like Wayne
like they Chainz
I ain't them in platinum
But I'm like I'm flames
Like smackin' in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains
My left foot is in LA but my right is in Spain
Now we all what he said, but what he said means we dead
And that shit is
He's so crazy, look at the baby
Nigga you Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you reject me
But I've done so much, no how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, nigga
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 bowl's an ocean
And I lay it on by the
But it's so strong, when I pull it out, I'm hangin' on to a handle
on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't on to my angles
It's being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome nigga, Land, SLR
we go, FL bars
Hold up, go to the hard part
say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own balls