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, that ride with guls and their nudity
You can bring yo' best words, I bet, I still out rep you

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

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

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

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

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

See, named 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 unless we pay
I stormed the like D-Day, now, that bitch play when we say

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

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

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

Now, get it, get it, crunk, like jump-offs, B.K. trippin'
I'm fin' to go on and take one of 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, to throw a fit

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

I hope you can if you wanna battle
up shit creek without a paddle
Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the

Swim if you battle
You're up shit creek without a
ain't ready
(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 substance-abuse
Fuckin' these gooses, raw dick, we all sick
I'm skinny dippin' after y'all hit

That country fuckin', Bubba, hit his and lost his mind
Eight grand for a Roley? That just bought you time
I'm in line waitin', to grind, too cloudy for me to shine
I'ma keep 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 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
cool with them country folk, strictly
Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, I don't sleep
Two thousand, every week, a peep, before you leap

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

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