Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

1]
Dear Lord, mercy on my banana clips
Give 'em half, call it banana splits
But my halves is really a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet
Apes, yeah you bananas to the
That mean bitch got a banana in her face
And wine on her chin, get these off of my trunk
And all of swine up off my rims
Tryin' to take the up off of my Benz
SLR, nigga
Niggas 'bout to go to so these bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around that B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve
Got plans, so I karate stance so I could open 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 it's more
Three for me or me or me or me or me or me
Team me is like meat eating meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine all kinds of wars
and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening Viking hordes
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 Lu, bitch
Took two sips of the holy
Then I backed up and I turned
And I bent over and shit
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel sicker than a cruise
I ain't competition, I don't move
The only is this new shit
These new rappin' like they 2
They be actin' they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
happened to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they like they Wayne
Rappin' like Chainz
I ain't matchin' in platinum
But I'm rappin' I'm flames
Like smackin' them in the back of him and my antonyms is on
And my is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains
My left is in LA but my right foot is in Spain
Now we all heard he said, but what he said means we dead
And shit is insane
He's so crazy, look at the baby
Nigga you ain't Nas, you ain't Jay-Z
You will me, you will reject me
But done so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, nigga
These niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches have to leave
And when the bitch gone, knee shots
Your DVD of Dick 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 it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you hang on to my angles
It's hard being a fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder when 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