Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've calmed down the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you 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 that 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 nigger
And while you're at it, pass the
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm your sister
When she comes over, I take
put it on Instagram 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 I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker I found his vision
And if he's off my sneak dissing
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 from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees,
Fuck I like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a 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, turn that down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same 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 could a woodchuck
If a woodchuck could ever give a
Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im than my BO
Find me and tryna dance during chemo
Before repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Wang, Go Fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why so salty, Hot Tamale is on
Can't bitch im on,
boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be and sixes
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 in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, set mood
Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, kind of disgusting
Fap time and I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
shit's so damn embarrassing like

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