Luyện nghe bài hát The Slap

I'm every scene but gossip, my be thug
My be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub
An' my an' my brake pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my son always nuggin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Musty bitch, get smacked silly
Puffin' on a Phizznilly blunt, I'm really
Herbal kill deal, chill pill, deal
Feel Phil, heal skill

Grindin', grittin' an' grindin', lurkin',
An' searchin', skirtin', tellin' Durban work it
Caitlin Candy's drinkin' an'
E an'J brand burpin',

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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' West coast
What they to? The slap
An' I know my down South, Midwest an' East folks
Is with the slap

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

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