Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!!!

They say I've calmed down since the last
Well, my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could my buns
And I give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody bands make her dance
You think getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is dick
turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a picture
And tell Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And you're at it, pass the lotion
And and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm your sister
she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my dissing
Then he has to deal me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the
cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch
Think I a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, that I pee from
Bigger than an obese on Aretha
Now, turn that snare
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks on the same damn bus
Like "You're going to now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why so salty, Hot Tamale is on
A can of bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the bar bold-er
Im a CO fuck Michael bitch Im badder my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during
Before they repossess our arm bands and tuxedos

Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why so salty, Hot Tamale is on
Can't bitch im on,
boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a lightbulb
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and
And tell the NRA I'm about to my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's with a crucifix
How many ladies in the
How many in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, kind of disgusting
Fap and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn like

Oh shit, aw fuck.
Clancy: the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry.
Clancy: Is my shirt?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I something
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office!