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 oldest an' my youngest son nuggin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Around the corner Starbucks coffee, talkin' to my gal
My frontin' lil' up out of Tacoma, askin' 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 really
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, scrill
'til Phil, heal skill

Grindin', an' grindin', lurkin', seekin'
An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' that 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 for Ravi
Milkin' the for 'fetti
Like a pregnant titties

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

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

my way out of anythin', got my hands off in everythin'
If my ever got funny
I'd my Walter Potter engagement ring
If I was to away tomorrow
With a self-inflicted to the melon
Just remember, y'all, I had the 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 soon
Fly fittest, finest leakin'
Boone, boom, boom, boom

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

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

Ay, what y'all grindin' to?
What bumpin', man? The slap
What they lackin' in the
What all my 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' East coast
Is with the slap

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

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