Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub
An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be
My oldest an' my son always nuggin'

me an' my Catholic savage, badness
Dumpin' on ass, fake ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the 'Lab Dexter'

Packin' Winchester an' a Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure,
Digital scale, green eggs an'

Yams, candy yams, spam,
Loaded my cheese, peanut an' jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my
Vanish, talkin' in codes like we different planets

Ay, what y'all grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', man? The
What they lackin' in the
What all my black niggas listenin' to? The

What about my [Incomprehensible]players an' West cats?
they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East folks
Is with the slap

I've got white for sale
An' I don't Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way goin' off, a high school babe
A hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty sale

Around the corner from Starbucks coffee, to my gal
My frontin' broad up out of Tacoma, askin' for some mail
Like I'm some type of trick, musty mouth bitch
Get smacked silly, get smacked

Musty bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm real
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, deal
Feel 'til Phil, heal

Grindin', an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'
An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' Durban work it
Caitlin Candy's an' gurpin'
E brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]

an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it
Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the for Ravi
Milkin' the for 'fetti
Like a pregnant titties

Ay, y'all players grindin' to?
What bumpin', man? The slap
they lackin' in the trackin'?
What all my black listenin' to? The slap

What about my players an' West coast cats?
they listenin' to? The slap
An' I my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is with the slap

Talk my way out of anythin', got my off in everythin'
If my ever got funny
I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement
If I was to pass away
a self-inflicted wound to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car

Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap to the tender fat
Put out a contract, bring you back your
speakin', not any time soon
Fly fittest, finest leakin'
Boone, boom, boom, boom

Creepin', fly right through your room
While sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to had a meetin'
fakin' in whom I trust
Standin' outside of the schemin', scammin'

Plottin' an' plannin' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes,
Double agent, playin' a loose cannon, new shoe
You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a
Take it from the Man, straight big stick

Ay, what y'all players to?
What bumpin', man? The slap
What lackin' in the trackin'?
all my black niggas listenin' to? The slap

What about my [Incomprehensible] an' West coast cats?
they listenin' to? The slap
An' I my down South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the

The beat keeps knockin' my rear view mirror
The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my rear mirror
The beat keeps down my rear view mirror

The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps down my rear view mirror
The