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 that sound? (Umm)
my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, my rectum
Somebody said make her dance
You you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And while you're at it, the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
I come, I'm calling your sister
When she over, I take 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 back the horns that was played in the
And tell Parker that I found his vision
And if he's off my sneak dissing
Then he has to with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's 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 bust in her jaw (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
Bigger than an obese snack on
Now, turn that 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 y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of beans bitch I'm on, boy is bad to the bone

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever 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 Michael 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, Golf Wang, Go You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
Can't agree? im on,
boy is bad to the bone

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

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