Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm every scene but gossip, my be thug
My music be all in the club an' my fo' be sub
An' my drums an' my pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son nuggin'

Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage,
Dumpin' on phony ass, ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the 'Lab like

Packin' an' a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, kinda sore, measure, grams
Digital scale, eggs an' hams

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

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

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

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

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

Grindin', an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'
An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that Durban it
Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an'
E an'J burpin', [Incomprehensible]

Chickens an' birdies pickin' a chef to it
Servin', to die for, top the block for Ravi
Milkin' the block for
a pregnant bitch's titties

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

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

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

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

Creepin', fly right your living room
you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is but we was supposed to done had a meetin'
Renegin' fakin' in whom I
Standin' outside of the schemin', scammin'

an' plannin' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in
Double agent, playin' a '50s cannon, new shoe
You even cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Man, straight big stick

Ay, y'all players grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', The slap
What they lackin' in the
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' coast folks
Is with the slap

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

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