Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my
And I don't give a shit, my rectum
Somebody said bands make her
You think getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, a goddamn picture
And Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Live, that fun
I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I 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 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 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints cover the sleeves
From from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look Got a new bike tire
Never like the pussy on a bitch dyke
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 snack on Aretha
Now, turn snare down
I'm back I'm Rosa Parks fare 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 beans bitch I'm on, boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a chuck?
If a could ever give a fuck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you it?)
Yes I can sir,
the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
Im a CO Michael bitch Im badder than 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 so salty, Hot Tamale 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 about to lose my
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's with a crucifix
How ladies in the house?
How many in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't me, tryna set mood
Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits 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 my shirt?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I something
Clancy: that shit up, we're going to the office!