Luyện nghe bài hát Take'm To The Water

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

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

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

in yo' trunk, while 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 Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too

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

Swim, if you battle
You're up shit creek without a
Y'all ain't
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ain't ready, 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 replay unless we pay
I stormed the beach like D-Day, now, that bitch play we say

I'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we fly, since gin and I
Sips with a twist, Bubba, lurkin' 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 throw heat like I was John
But mine from a gun though, change yo' name to Doe
Shit, have your family mourning like Alonzo
go back to my condo, so I can let my kind grow

Is you blind folk? Why you can't see bigger
Don't run up on this stage, ain't no bitch-ass nigga, mayn
And my mob ain't, either, don't me have to play 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 to go on and take one of they lumps off, 'cause I ain't slippin'
Just hippin', you to this shit, so, get in where you fit
Sittin' on lean, off Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit

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

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

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

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

That country fuckin', Bubba, hit his and lost his mind
Eight grand for a That only just bought you time
I'm in line waitin', to grind, 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 in every town, I lay it down, when I spit
This shit, is so much more white folks and white thangs
Or folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track bangs

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

I you can swim if you wanna battle
You're up shit without 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 creek without a paddle
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ain't
to the water

I hope you can swim if you wanna
up shit creek without 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 shit creek a paddle
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ain't
to the water