Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

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