Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've calmed down since the last
Well, lick my dick, how does that (Umm)
my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, dumb
The only that you're gonna get is this dick
turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn
And Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And you're at it, pass the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling sister
When she comes over, I take
Instantly put it on 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, your boy is bad to the

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

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

How wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a could ever give a fuck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar
Im a CO Michael bitch Im badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna during chemo
Before repossess our strong arm bands 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
Can't agree? im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many fags can a lightbulb
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a
How many ladies in the
How ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy 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 my shirt?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I something
Clancy: Clean that up, we're going to the office!