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 that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could my buns
And I don't give a shit, my rectum
Somebody bands make her dance
You you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And you're 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 beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the

Bring the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his
And if he's tripping off my sneak
Then he has to with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, I'm great
Golf Wang prints cover the sleeves
From cuts the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
Never popped like the pussy on a dyke
I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck disease!)
My urethra, hole I pee from
Bigger an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare
I'm back like I'm Rosa fare on the same damn bus
"You're going to jail now!"

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

How much wood could a chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker the last bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im than my BO
Find me and lance dance during chemo
Before they our strong arm bands and tuxedos

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

How many fags can a lightbulb
Well if I has a dick, be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's with a crucifix
How many ladies in the
How many in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing

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