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 drums an' my brake on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my son always nuggin'

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

Winchester an' a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure,
Digital scale, green an' hams

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

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

What about my an' West coast cats?
they listenin' to? The slap
An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East folks
Is fuckin' with the

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

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

mouth bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm real
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, deal
'til Phil, heal skill

Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin',
An' searchin', skirtin', that Durban work it
Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an'
E brand burpin', [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

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

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

an' plannin' yammin', Yes, Sir an', Yes, Maam'in
Double agent, a '50s loose cannon, new shoe
You even cool, fool, dude, you a trick
Take it from the Water Man, big stick

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

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

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

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