Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

1]
Dear Lord, mercy on my banana clips
Give 'em half, it that banana splits
But my halves is like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any idea who they on the with?
Apes, yeah you bananas to the
mean your 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 the shine up off of my Benz
SLR, nigga
Niggas to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll with that B-Y, nigga just 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 like 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 animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine all kinds of wars
and swords, lions, tigers bitin' boars
Lightening Viking hordes
Fighting heightened, soars
nonsense]
That was Adolf, to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be as as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
Took two sips of the holy
I backed up and I turned around
And I bent over and shit
I Jay, that's my nigga
I sicker than a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I move shit
The only opposition is this new
These new rappin' like they 2
They be actin' like they you, man that's-- shit
What to the game?
Niggas they Jappin' cause they rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like they
I ain't them in platinum
But I'm like I'm flames
Like them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my heroin is on metaphors and my metaphors is on
My left foot is in LA but my foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said, but what he said means we
And that is insane
He's so crazy, look at the little
Nigga you ain't Nas, 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
niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave
And when the bitch gone, knee disabled
Your DVD of Dick Jones in 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 pull it out, I'm hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm on to an angel
hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't 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 it's in Lupe's hands
nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go to the hard part
say pause, but I was talkin' 'bout my own balls