Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm every but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My be all in the club 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'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Musty bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a blunt, I'm really real
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill
Feel 'til Phil, heal

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

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

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

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

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

Whomp, beat of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the fat
Put out a contract, bring you back your
speakin', not any time soon
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 to done had a meetin'
fakin' 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, what y'all players to?
What y'all bumpin', 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 listenin' to? The
An' I know my South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the

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

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