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 that sound? (Umm)
my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're
The only thing you're gonna get is this dick
Wait this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live, fun
Before I come, I'm calling your
When she comes over, I picture
Instantly put it on and suplex her off a building if I get banned

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 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 always the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's the trees, please
Fuck I look Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole I pee from
Bigger than an snack on Aretha
Now, that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks 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 wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker the last bar bold-er
Im a CO Michael bitch Im badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during
they 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 can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair a crucifix
How ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga,
A little Jergens in my palm for the
my Mom don't catch me, tryna 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 time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and me
This shit's so damn like

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