Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've calmed down since the album
Well, lick my dick, how does sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could my buns
And I don't a shit, bend my rectum
said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're
The only that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And you're at it, pass the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your
When she over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the

Bring back the horns was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak
he has to deal with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm
Golf Wang always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I bust in her jaw (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, that I pee from
than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa 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 I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck
If a woodchuck could give a fuck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar
Im a CO fuck Michael Im badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and

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
Can't agree? im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many fags can a screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's with a crucifix
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the house without a 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 lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn like

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