Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

For though, like for real though
for real
You what 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

1]
Dear Lord, have mercy on my clips
Give 'em half, call it banana splits
But my is really like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who they on the planet
Apes, yeah you to the grapes
That mean your got a banana in her face
And on her chin, get these heathens off of my trunk
And all of swine up off my rims
Tryin' to take the up off of my Benz
SLR, please
Niggas to go to work 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 so I could 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 like three more
rewards 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 with all of wars
Knives and swords, lions, tigers bitin'
Lightening striking Viking
Fighting heightened, violence
[German-sounding
That was Adolf, reacting to my new
Translation: how come he can't be as as Lu get?
Well that's cause you ain't Lu,
Took two of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned
And I bent over and pittoo'd
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel sicker than a cruise
I competition, I don't move shit
The only opposition is new shit
These new rappin' like they 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' like they
I ain't matchin' them in
But I'm rappin' I'm flames
Like smackin' in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my heroin is on and my metaphors is on brains
My left foot is in LA but my right is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said, but what he said we dead
And shit is insane
so crazy, look at the little baby
Nigga you Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z
You will me, you will reject me
But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you will me
SLR, nigga
These niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to
And the bitch gone, knee shots disabled
DVD of Dick Jones 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 hangin' on to a handle
on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just 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 'bout my own balls