Luyện nghe bài hát Jamba

Papa call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck You)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just
Bitches scared to let me on they ass
Yeah heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the an apartment?"
Get popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach
out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

em' Down!
Nigga em' Down!
em' Down!

I crush on Hodgy's sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," turn the fucking up
So I can hear stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new
I can see the bitch in a nigga his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my to flirt
It's on shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em cause it's cool (Fucker)

em' Down!
Shut em' Down!
em' Down!

Hodgy, this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm the vapes
You can smell us in when we walk
And our clothing is covered in flakes
for two shake blunts and "What the fuck is this?"
I think mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm fucking faded like gradient
I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price waist.
It's like my date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm
by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit

C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck my
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as.. F- butt my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. comes that weak ass nigga Samuel.