Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

1]
Dear Lord, have on my banana clips
Give 'em half, call it that banana
But my is really like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet
Apes, you bananas to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a banana in her
And wine on her chin, get heathens off of my trunk
And all of swine up off my rims
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my
SLR, please
Niggas 'bout to go to work so these gon' have to leave
Gon' roll with that B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve
Got body plans, so I stance so I could open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Bruce Lee boy to
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 meat eating animals meeting a
Dinosaurs, I'm fine with all kinds of
and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening Viking hordes
heightened, violence soars
[German-sounding
was Adolf, reacting to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be as as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
two sips of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned
And I bent and pittoo'd shit
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel than a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I don't shit
The only is this new shit
new niggas rappin' like they 2
They be actin' like they you, man that's-- shit
happened to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they like they Wayne
like they Chainz
I matchin' 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 foot is in LA but my right foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said, but what he said means we
And shit is insane
He's so crazy, at the little baby
you ain't Nas, nigga 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 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave
And when the bitch gone, knee 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, I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm on to an angel
Ain't on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles
hard being a Lupe 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
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go back to the hard
Would say pause, but I was talkin' my own balls