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 youngest son always

Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage,
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic
Grindin', dippin' an' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the 'Lab like

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,
Loaded my cheese, peanut an' jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my
Vanish, in codes like we from different planets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talk my way out of anythin', got my hands off in
If my money got funny
I'd pawn my Walter Potter ring
If I was to pass away
With a self-inflicted to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the of car salesman

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

Creepin', fly through your living room
you're sleepin', peakin', tweakin', geekin', screamin'
Chicken is sneakin' but we was supposed to done had a
fakin' in whom I trust
Standin' outside of the schemin', scammin'

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 Water Man, straight big

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

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

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