Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

Yo, this flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red it
If I got it on, you never seen it, never seen it
Some people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never
Oh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it 'cause

I'm on a Yamaha, like ha, ha, ha
Na, na, na, want to talk, shots ra, ra, ra
is like Mardi Gras, no beads, grow weed
Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose

OG, Goatee, proceed, Ki's
Sorta like a janitor, stay within a
Niggas got the bra, don't care about a camera
'Cause they put dress off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina niggas be on worst
reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse
I told baby girl, damn that's a purse
But you gotta get it in flavors girl, starburst

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but at we counting money
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love

time, I'm heated why they frigid
Lenox ave boy with 8 digits
Summer came through in our may blizzards
Old ladies looking like damn did it

'Cause huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a box
2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap
They know I'm known for hot rims, drops
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have

Now every pocket on my dawg, have knots
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, pot
Call my gravel, it's mad rocks
I'm the owner of the team, the mascot

mad cock, 650 rag top
Damn, get hit with the jab that my dad got
sasquatch, put it on your laptop
Yo, not a door but yes sir, it's pad

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we money
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the patrol
With 50 pounds and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 old
It can take a toll, hope you make parole
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you

And they say I'm a son of a
'Cause I be with your son and your bitch
You don't her, your fair, we won't hurt her
We her to be a squirter, your son about murder

brother well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurper
Your mom, her ass is fat, my they call her bertha
Once a week they might server her, dick they gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, maybe we'll get her

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, we burp her
Yeah, we left her but we'll earth her, before we chirp her
You'll be a bag, fam, we'll put our beats on her
Or the Klu Klux, yeah, white on her

Or Miami jersey, put the on her
Or a mat, I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the on 'em
Americas wanted, with no warrant

We counting money, yo doggie, we money
Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a
'Cause we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love