Luyện nghe bài hát Take'm To The Water

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

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

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

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

I you can swim if you wanna battle
You're up creek without a paddle
Whatcha gon' do Grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken, Duddy Ken, take'm to the

Swim, if you battle
You're up shit creek without a
ain't ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ready, take'm to the water

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

I'm with D.K., 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
Been bumped wrong, one too many times for actin'

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

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

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

From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana,
Sippin' gin and Tropicana while Georgia Alabama
Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a
Turn the off, lost, somebody, call the light boss

I hope you can swim if you battle
You're up shit creek without a
gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water

if you wanna battle
You're up shit creek a paddle
Y'all ain't
(Y'all ready)
ain't ready
Take'm to the

Boy, I'm out here chasin' daddy lucid, shit, produced it
Switched from duce, duces to substance-abuse
Fuckin' these loose gooses, raw dick, we all
I'm goin' skinny dippin' y'all hit

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

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

You lack game, got that shit goin' two for fifty
Communicatin' cool with them country folk,
Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, 'cause I don't
Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you

I hope you can swim if you wanna
You're up creek without a paddle
Whatcha gon' do now? my pen and slaughter
Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water

Swim, if you wanna
You're up shit without a paddle
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ready
Take'm to the

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 and Duddy Ken, take'm to the

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