Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

1]
Dear Lord, mercy on my banana 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
mean your bitch got a banana in her face
And wine on her chin, get heathens off of my trunk
And all of swine 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 with that B-Y, nigga just 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 it's three more
Three for me or me or me or me or me or me
me is like meat eating animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of
Knives and swords, lions, bitin' boars
Lightening striking hordes
Fighting heightened, soars
nonsense]
That was Adolf, to my new shit
Translation: how come he be as evil as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two of the holy grail
I backed up and I turned around
And I bent and pittoo'd shit
I Jay, that's my nigga
I sicker than a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I move shit
The only opposition is new shit
These new niggas like they 2
They be actin' they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
happened to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' they rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like they
I ain't matchin' them in
But I'm rappin' like I'm
Like smackin' them in the back of him and my is on 'cain
And my heroin is on metaphors and my is on brains
My left foot is in LA but my right foot is in
Now we all what he said, but what he said means we dead
And that shit is
He's so crazy, at the little baby
Nigga you ain't Nas, you ain't Jay-Z
You respect me, you will reject me
But I've so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, nigga
These 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave
And the bitch gone, knee shots disabled
Your DVD of Dick Jones in your TV and a all on your table.
And my punch bowl's like an
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 while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on 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 sayin' I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go back to the hard
Would say pause, but I was talkin' my own balls