Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've 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 you're getting cash, no bitch, dumb
The only that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, take a goddamn
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And while at it, pass the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling sister
she comes 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 I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the
And tell Tony Parker that I found his
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
cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look Got a new bike tire
Never like the pussy on a bitch dyke
I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the 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 could ever give a fuck?
Bitch Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im badder my BO
Find me and tryna dance during 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 so salty, Hot Tamale is on
Can't bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many fags can a lightbulb
Well if I has a dick, they be and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the house a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the
Hope my Mom don't catch me, set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's of disgusting
Fap and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing

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