Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

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

Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage,
Dumpin' on phony ass, ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' 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 an' hams

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

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

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

I've got white girl for
An' I mean Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way off, like a high school babe
A bucks it cost 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 type of trick, really mouth bitch
Get smacked silly, get silly

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whomp, of a gorilla, peel a cap back to the tender 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 your living room
While sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is sneakin' but we was to done had a meetin'
Renegin' fakin' in whom I
Standin' of the club schemin', scammin'

Plottin' an' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in
Double agent, playin' a loose 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?
What y'all bumpin', The slap
What they in the trackin'?
What all my black niggas listenin' to? The

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

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