Luyện nghe bài hát Wallace

Hot lava, hot
Hot high Lucid, the city
What, what up?
I take ya to it, get ready

Friar flyer, I'm the and I say, say I says how do ya?
I all day and night, outta sight
I'm miss "so-high" so I some eye wears and tie-dye
Alright, young blood, nice to ya
Should I give my name, if I think ya knew it
What a design, what a time
Ay, Monsieur I'm so and so world-wide

If what ya know
I say yo
Come and talk to me me up
When I that one do ya wild out, I suppose
I hot in Europe yep
Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul London,
Dawn is Dusk to me it yep
When I beat that boy, go
Wallace, I say yo come and to me
me up

He said it's just me banks, a.k.a. Nestlé
A.k.a. he, ever had sex he
Ever got licked, but he got swallowed
Bitch you know nigga in the sugar-pop lotto!
He was on her Twitter, but he never got
chin-up with that win, I get the yen and pop bottles!
And um
Official with the hitter-hop, know
bathing with that, that top model and um
He know what it does
I got hair for ya nigga, it deep in the fuzz!
I chat-cheek-cheeky chickle, sip a
Yes I jiggle I wiggle-shake it, shook up the bait
Best to get her mister, for ya one do
The jet-setter with the and the wet pum-poom
The Black-Cherry on her tickle when her breast
Ya lick the left one ya gotta the right one too, nigga!

Yeah, I'm styling a starlet a
Carve a tiara, pour tea
One time for cherry, oh yeah
Yeah, I'm lilac and laurel a
a giant, I saw all your teeth
Rottweiler, barter let's see

Bow-Wow yippee-yo
Poochie, you big dog, bite for a taste!
Kitty in cities, you licking for a lay
Claiming the big ticket pay what you say!
and Euro-izzy, The Yin for the Yang
Touring the world Crazy Make Rottweiler
Bottles of Gold frizzy, she's frosty and
Dead doggy-dog in the Grave

If what ya know
I say yo
Come and to me beam me up
When I reach that one do ya out, I suppose
I hot in Europe yep
Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London,
Dawn is dusk to me it yep
When I that drum boy, go
Wallace, I say yo and talk to me
me up

Hot lava, hot
Hot lady Lucid, the city
Rottweiler,
I might it to you get ready
Hot lava, hot
Hot high lady Lucid, the
Rottweiler,