Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

Yo, flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it
If I got it on, trust you never seen it, seen it
people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never cheated
Oh boy, you'll get deleted, it, I could achieve it 'cause look

I'm on a Yamaha, like ha, ha, ha
Na, na, na, to talk, shots speak ra, ra, ra
Crib is like Gras, no beads, grow weed
Court case, courtside, nigga in the bleeds

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a
got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera
'Cause they put dress off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina because be on worst
Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a
I baby girl, damn that's a hard purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl, like

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't even but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa

Winter time, I'm heated why frigid
Lenox ave boy with 8 digits
time came through in our may blizzards
Old ladies looking like damn did it

'Cause huh, I got to forty fifth to get a snack box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking shots
They know I'm known for hot rims, drops
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the not's

Now pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, pot
Call my gravel, it's mad rocks
I'm the owner of the team, fuck the

mad cock, 650 rag top
Damn, get hit with the jab that my dad got
Y'all sasquatch, put it on your
Yo, not a but yes sir, it's pad locked

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting
Yo shit, ain't funny but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the patrol
50 pounds and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 year old
It can a toll, hope that you make parole
Play your role, the is so hot it can make you cold

And they say I'm a son of a
Why? 'Cause I be with your son and bitch
You deserve her, your fair, we won't hurt her
We taught her to be a squirter, your son about

Your well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurper
Your mom, her ass is fat, my niggas call her bertha
Once a week they might server her, with dick gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, maybe get her gerber

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, we burp her
Yeah, we left her nurtured but we'll earth her, we chirp her
You'll be a punching bag, fam, put our beats on her
Or the Klu Klux, yeah, sheet on her

Or jersey, put the heat on her
Or a mat, I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I the jeep on 'em
Americas most wanted, with no

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't even but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa