Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've calmed since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my
And I give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody bands make her dance
You think you're cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And while at it, pass the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take
Instantly put it on Instagram and her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of bitch 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 tripping off my dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the
From from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a dyke
Think I a fuck, I do, I go balls
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 Rosa Parks fare on the same 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, your boy is bad to the

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could give a fuck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the is sicker than the last bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck bitch Im badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during
Before they 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,
Your boy is bad to the

How many fags can a screw?
if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot Wayne LaPierre's hair with 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 catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of
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 that my
Wolf: Yeah I needed something
Clancy: Clean that up, we're going to the office!