Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've down since the last album
Well, my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my
said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, take a picture
And Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the
And and Xbox Live, that fun
I come, I'm calling your sister
When she over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get

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

Bring back the horns was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his
And if he's tripping off my sneak
Then he has to deal with me and my
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm
Golf Wang prints always the sleeves
From cuts the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new tire
Never like the pussy 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 I pee from
Bigger an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that down
I'm back like I'm Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "You're to jail now!"

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

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Bitch Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im badder my BO
Find me and lance tryna during chemo
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
agree? bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and
And the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of
Fap time and I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so embarrassing like

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