Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm every but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My music be all in the club an' my fo' be sub
An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be
My oldest an' my youngest son always

Bumpin' me an' my savage, badness
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, liquor sore, measure, grams
Digital scale, green eggs an'

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

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

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

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

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

Musty mouth bitch, get silly
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really
Herbal deal, chill pill, scrill deal
'til Phil, heal skill

Grindin', an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'
An' searchin', skirtin', that Durban work it
Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an'
E an'J brand burpin',

an' birdies pickin' a chef to serve it
Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the block for
the block for 'fetti
Like a pregnant titties

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

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

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

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

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

Plottin' an' plannin' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes,
Double agent, playin' a '50s cannon, new shoe
You ain't cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Man, straight big stick

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

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

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

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