Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've calmed since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that (Umm)
my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my
Somebody said bands her dance
You think you're 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 while you're at it, the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm your sister
When she over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and 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, your boy is bad to the

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

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

How much wood could a woodchuck
If a woodchuck could ever give a
Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the is sicker than 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 and tuxedos

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
agree? bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How fags can a lightbulb screw?
if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house a rich nigga, huh?
A little in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, suits me
Up and down, friction the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy 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 shit up, we're going to the office!