Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say calmed down 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 bands make her dance
You think getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing you're gonna get is this dick
Wait this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn
And tell Spike Lee a goddamn nigger
And while at it, pass 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 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 back the horns that was in the beginning
And Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, I'm great
Golf Wang prints cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new tire
popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
Bigger than an snack on Aretha
Now, that 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 I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

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

How many fags can a screw?
if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a
How many in the house?
How many in the house 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 need lube, dryfit me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and me
This shit's so embarrassing like

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