Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be
My music be all in the club an' my fo' be sub
An' my an' my brake pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my 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, wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, kinda sore, measure, grams
scale, green eggs an' hams

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

Ay, what y'all 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?
they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is fuckin' with the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'
If my ever got funny
I'd pawn my Walter engagement ring
If I was to pass tomorrow
a self-inflicted 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 back hats
Hypothetically speakin', not any time
Fly fittest, player leakin'
Daniel Boone, boom, boom,

Creepin', fly right through your living
you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is but we was supposed to done had a meetin'
fakin' in whom I trust
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 cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Man, straight big stick

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

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West 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 knockin' down my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' my rear view mirror
The beat keeps knockin' down my view mirror

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