Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

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

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

Packin' an' a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta
sorta liquored, liquor 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 from planets

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

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

got white girl for sale
An' I mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way goin' off, like a high school
A hundred bucks it me for my faulty chip sale

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

Musty mouth bitch, get silly
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
Caitlin Candy's an' gurpin'
E an'J brand burpin',

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

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

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

my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'
If my ever got funny
I'd pawn my Walter Potter engagement
If I was to pass tomorrow
With a wound to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the of car salesman

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

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

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

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

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' with the

The beat keeps knockin' down my 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

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