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

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

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

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

I hope you can swim if you wanna
You're up shit creek without a
Whatcha do now? Grab 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, take'm to the

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

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

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

Is you folk? 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 me have to play a song
With my lil' heater, bet that and ain't no punk

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

From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana,
Sippin' gin and while 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 swim if you wanna
You're up shit creek without a
Whatcha gon' do now, my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water

if you wanna battle
You're up shit without a paddle
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ready
to the water

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' dippin' after y'all hit

That country fuckin', Bubba, hit his head and his mind
Eight grand for a Roley? only just bought you time
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 this fuckin' ship, and run and get
My crown in town, I lay it down, when I spit
This shit, is so much more than white folks and thangs
Or black folks and black thangs, bounce if the track bangs

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

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

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, take'm to the

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