Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

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

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

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

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

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

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

got white girl for sale
An' I don't Caucasian, I'm talkin' about Yale
2 way goin' off, like a high babe
A hundred it cost 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 bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, deal
Feel 'til Phil, heal

Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin',
An' searchin', skirtin', that Durban work it
Caitlin Candy's an' gurpin'
E brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]

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

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

What about my [Incomprehensible] players an' West coast
they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is with 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 pass tomorrow
With a self-inflicted to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the mouthpiece of car

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

Creepin', fly right through your room
While sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a
Renegin' fakin' in whom I
Standin' of the club 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
Take it the Water Man, straight big stick

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

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

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 down my rear view mirror

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