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 on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son always

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

Packin' Winchester an' a trey
a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure,
Digital scale, eggs an' hams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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