Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

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

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

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

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

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

Winter time, I'm heated why frigid
Lenox ave boy working 8 digits
Summer time 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 for hot rims, fast drops
Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the not's

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

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

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

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the state
With 50 pounds and I ain't talking an 8 year 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
Why? 'Cause I be with 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

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

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

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

We money, yo doggie, we counting money
Yo shit, ain't funny but look 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