Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm scene 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 on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my son always nuggin'

Bumpin' me an' my savage, badness
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic
Grindin', an' divin' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the like Dexter'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Musty mouth bitch, get smacked
on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really real
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, deal
Feel 'til Phil, skill

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

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

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

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

Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in
If my ever got funny
I'd pawn my Walter Potter ring
If I was to away tomorrow
a self-inflicted wound to the melon
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
Hypothetically speakin', not any soon
Fly fittest, player leakin'
Daniel Boone, boom, boom,

Creepin', fly through your living 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 club schemin',

Plottin' an' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in
Double agent, a '50s loose cannon, new shoe
You ain't even cool, fool, dude, you a
it from the Water Man, straight big stick

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

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

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

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