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

Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage,
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass faggots
Grindin', an' divin' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the 'Lab Dexter'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talk my way out of anythin', got my off in everythin'
If my money got funny
I'd my Walter Potter engagement ring
If I was to away tomorrow
a self-inflicted wound to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the of car salesman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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