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 bustin' since my puberty
In a Cadillac, ride with five guls and their nudity
You can bring yo' words, I bet, I still out rep you brutally

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

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

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

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

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

See, momma named me, Lil' Devil, that ain't no to Satan
got no patience for hatin', I'll be at the station, awaitin'
The of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay
I stormed the beach D-Day, now, that bitch play 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, in your midst
my dick, perverted this, 'cause y'all was smellin' vaginal
Been bumped wrong, one too many times for rational

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

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

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

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

I hope you can if you wanna battle
You're up shit without a paddle
Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and
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)
Y'all ready
Take'm to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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