Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm every scene but gossip, my be thug
My music be all in the an' my fo' 15's be sub
An' my an' my brake pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son always

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

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

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

Ay, what players grindin' to?
What y'all bumpin', man? The
they lackin' 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 down South, Midwest an' East coast
Is with 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

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

Musty mouth bitch, get smacked
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill
'til Phil, heal 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 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?
What y'all bumpin', The slap
they lackin' in the trackin'?
What all my black niggas listenin' to? The

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

Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in
If my money 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 mouthpiece of car

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

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

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

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

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

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

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