Luyện nghe bài hát Take'm To The Water

Now, truthfully, I believe that I'm the nigga, musically
Usually, I wouldn't brag but I've bustin' since my puberty
In a Cadillac, that with five guls and their nudity
You can bring yo' words, I bet, I still out rep you brutally

Low down, dirty and beautiful, who wanna my verbal side?
Boy, I'm fly, tie, especially I let that herbal fly
fried, cool kid, some of that country culture
Leave you dead, your bread, a value meal for them busters

Shit, I'm steppin' off in the tunnel a funnel of Keystone
Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been all week long
Y'all keep on with that jibbery-jabbery, slippin' out
Expose you pretty with a dose of this hospitality

Gravity in yo' trunk, while yo' producers forgot the
We introduce you to high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk
This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do you
But even though dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too

I hope you can swim if you battle
You're up shit creek a paddle
Whatcha gon' do now? my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken, Duddy Ken, to the water

Swim, if you battle
You're up shit creek a paddle
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
ain't ready, take'm to the water

See, momma me, Lil' Devil, that ain't no relation to Satan
Ain't got no patience for hatin', be at the station, awaitin'
The arrival of that DJ that don't replay we pay
I stormed the beach like D-Day, now, bitch play when we say

I'm D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin and I
Sips Bourbon with a twist, Bubba, lurkin' in your
Without my dick, this, 'cause y'all was smellin' vaginal
bumped wrong, one too many times for actin' rational

D.K., I bomb folks, man, I throw heat like I was Smokes
But mine a gun though, change yo' name to John Doe
Shit, have your whole family mourning like
Then go back to my condo, so I can let my grow

Is you blind folk? Why you can't see bigger
Don't run up on this stage, 'cause ain't no nigga, mayn
And my mob ain't, either, don't make me have to a song
With my lil' chrome heater, bet that and no punk

Now, get it, get it, crunk, like jump-offs, B.K. trippin'
I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, 'cause I ain't
Just hippin', you to this shit, so, get in where you fit
Sittin' on lean, off that Jim Beam, to throw a fit

A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, Savannah
Sippin' gin and Tropicana while Georgia play
Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up a scanner
Turn the mics off, lost, somebody, call the boss

I you can swim if you wanna battle
You're up shit without a paddle
gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Ken, take'm to the water

Swim if you wanna
up shit creek without a paddle
Y'all ain't
(Y'all ready)
ain't ready
Take'm to the

Boy, I'm out here daddy lucid, shit, Satan produced it
Switched from duce, duces to nuisance
Fuckin' these gooses, raw dick, we all sick
I'm goin' skinny dippin' after hit

That fuckin', Bubba, hit his head and lost his mind
Eight for a Roley? That only just bought you time
I'm in line waitin', to grind, too cloudy for me to shine
I'ma this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline

And in time, I'ma jump this ship, and run and get
My crown in town, I lay it down, when I spit
This shit, is so much more than white and white thangs
Or black folks and thangs, just bounce if the track bangs

You lack game, Bubba got that goin' two for fifty
Communicatin' cool with country folk, strictly
Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, 'cause I sleep
Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you

I hope you can swim if you wanna
You're up shit creek a paddle
Whatcha do now? Grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water

Swim, if you wanna
You're up creek without a paddle
ain't ready
(Y'all ready)
ain't ready
Take'm to the

I hope you can swim if you battle
You're up shit creek a paddle
Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the

Swim, if you wanna
You're up shit without a paddle
ain't ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ain't
to the water