Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say calmed down since the last album
Well, my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you kiss my buns
And I don't a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said make her dance
You think getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're get is this dick
Wait turn up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And while you're at it, the lotion
And fapping and Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your
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

back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Parker that I found his vision
And if tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my
get a bimmer, E46
Have you 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
Bigger than an obese on Aretha
Now, turn that down
I'm back like I'm 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, boy is bad to the bone

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Bitch Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im badder 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, Wang, Go Fuck 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 fags can a lightbulb screw?
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 a crucifix
How many in the house?
How ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my and catch me
shit's so damn embarrassing like

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