Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

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Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana
Give 'em half, it that banana splits
But my halves is really a banana 6
Do bananas have any idea who they on the planet with?
Apes, you bananas to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a in her face
And wine on her chin, get these heathens off of my
And all of these swine up off my
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my
SLR, nigga
Niggas 'bout to go to 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 open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Lee boy to destroy
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 animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, bitin' boars
Lightening striking Viking
heightened, violence soars
[German-sounding
That was Adolf, to my new shit
how come he can't be as evil as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned
And I bent over and shit
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel sicker than a ship
I ain't competition, I don't shit
The only opposition is new shit
These new niggas like they 2
They be like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
What happened to the
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they like they Wayne
Rappin' like Chainz
I matchin' them in platinum
But I'm rappin' like I'm
smackin' them 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 we dead
And that shit is
so crazy, look at the little 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 how far you go, you will reflect me
SLR, please
These niggas 'bout to go to work so these gon' have to leave
And when the bitch gone, shots disabled
Your DVD of Dick in your TV and a grenade 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 only on to a handle
on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't on to my angles
It's hard being a fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't that 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 part
say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own balls