Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

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

Bumpin' me an' my savage, badness
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic
Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine,
Rhymin', in the like Dexter'

Packin' Winchester an' a Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta
Kinda sorta liquored, kinda sore, measure, grams
scale, green eggs an' hams

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

Ay, what players grindin' 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 they listenin' to? The
An' I know my South, Midwest an' East coast folks
Is with the slap

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

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

mouth bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a blunt, I'm really real
Herbal deal, chill pill, scrill deal
Feel 'til Phil, skill

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

Chickens an' pickin' a chef to serve it
Servin', to die for, top bleedin' the for Ravi
Milkin' the for 'fetti
Like a pregnant bitch's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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