Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!!!

They say I've calmed down since the last
Well, my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my
And I give a shit, bend my rectum
said bands make her dance
You you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Spike Lee a goddamn nigger
And you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Live, that fun
I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I picture
put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why so salty, Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans bitch I'm on, boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I his vision
And if he's off my sneak dissing
he has to deal with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always the sleeves
From from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new tire
Never popped like the on a bitch dyke
Think I a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
Bigger than an obese on Aretha
Now, turn snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa fare on the same damn bus
Like "You're to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of beans bitch I'm on, boy is bad to the bone

How much could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker the last bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im badder my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and

Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
Can't agree? im on,
boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a screw?
Well if I has a dick, be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to my shit
Shoot through LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How ladies in the house?
How many in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, set mood
Little Redtube, lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn like

Oh shit, aw fuck.
Clancy: the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry.
Clancy: Is that my
Yeah sorry I needed something
Clancy: Clean that shit up, we're to the office!