Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!!!

They say I've down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my
And I don't a shit, bend my rectum
said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're
The thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And you're at it, pass the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm your sister
When she comes over, I picture
Instantly put it on and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his
And if he's tripping off my dissing
Then he has to with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the
From cuts from the Biebs, cause puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look Got a new bike tire
Never like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
Bigger than an snack on Aretha
Now, turn that down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same bus
Like "You're going to now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of beans I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could give a fuck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is than the last bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael Im badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during
Before they our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Wang, Go Fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why so salty, Hot Tamale is on
agree? bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my
Shoot Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the house a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my and catch me
This shit's so embarrassing like

Oh shit, aw fuck.
Clancy: the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry.
Clancy: Is my shirt?
Wolf: sorry I needed something
Clancy: that shit up, we're going to the office!