Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

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

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

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

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

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

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

got white girl for sale
An' I don't mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' Yale
2 way goin' off, like a school babe
A bucks it cost me for my faulty chip 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, really mouth bitch
Get smacked silly, get silly

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

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

an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it
Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the block for
the block for 'fetti
Like a pregnant bitch's

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

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

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

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

Creepin', fly right through your living
While you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin',
is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a meetin'
Renegin' in whom I trust
Standin' of the club schemin', scammin'

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

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

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

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

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