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

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 back the horns that was played in the
And tell Tony Parker 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 a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on
Now, turn 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 so salty, Hot Tamale is on
A can of bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the 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 fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the house a rich nigga, huh?
A Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This so damn embarrassing like

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