Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

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

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

Bring the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony that I found his vision
And if tripping off my sneak dissing
he has to deal with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, I'm great
Golf Wang prints always the sleeves
cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I like? Got a new bike tire
Never like the pussy on a bitch dyke
I give 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 like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same bus
Like "You're going to 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 wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a could ever give a fuck?
Bitch Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick 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 repossess our 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 y'all so salty, Hot is on
Can't agree? im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many can a lightbulb screw?
if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga,
A Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit me
Up and down, with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and I flatline, Clancy 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?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed
Clancy: Clean that shit up, we're to the office!