Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

For real though, like for real
Like for
You what I'm sayin', I don't 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
'em half, call it that banana splits
But my halves is like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who on the planet with?
Apes, you bananas to the grapes
That mean your got a banana in her face
And wine on her chin, get heathens off of my trunk
And all of these swine up off my
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 that B-Y, nigga just 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 like two with one freak one me
But I can DP like three more
rewards for me or me or me or me or me or me
Team me is like meat animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, bitin' boars
Lightening Viking hordes
Fighting heightened, violence
nonsense]
That was Adolf, to my new shit
Translation: how come he be as evil as Lu get?
that's cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two sips of the grail
Then I backed up and I around
And I over and pittoo'd shit
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel sicker than a ship
I ain't competition, I don't move
The only is this new shit
These new niggas rappin' like 2
be actin' like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
What happened to the
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they rappin' like Wayne
Rappin' they Chainz
I ain't matchin' them in
But I'm rappin' like I'm
Like smackin' in the back 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 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 little
you ain't Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you reject me
But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you will me
SLR, please
These 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave
And when the gone, knee shots disabled
DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a grenade all on your 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 only on to a handle
Satan on my ankles I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in hands
nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go to the hard part
Would say pause, but I was 'bout my own balls