Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and when i say get left broke
nah i mean left in the red
them guys can have of cash
but when it comes to comparison they're looking to
im looking to stack money piles quicker than
so can
stop looking at me and start looking at
but fuck it im for the minute
oh well at i got a hold on my lyrics
they can have cash i got soul i got
i keep my out of the heavens
and to the ground like midgets
with damn dirty that are rising
define the aspects of
im that blue vodka drink that your girls been at the bar all night
im WKD, i'm wicked
haters i'll be more specific you can suck dick or your best wishes
your girl give the crew kisses
after 10 dicks her cunt of fishes
slut on her knees by willies
your girls like my bars are
im like tracy chapman - i wanna away in a fast car
i could drive to where the moon and the stars are
from a place where the are dirt poor
keep an eye on the head thats what you'll get hurt for
you'll see violence the same as a and crip turf war
and the bars dragging like a night shift
i'll tell 'em get back on the bike ryan nyquist
they aint never or heard of nothing like this
nah im killing it with tightness every i ride this
its devz im of surprises
i wanna touch the sky like rises
i re-wrote the of the script
turned out the lights and em in the dark like a solar eclipse
stay close to the like when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips
all we hold round here is
kids that are pissed where they live
coppers that are to be pricks
you could be abiding the law and you could get nicked
me im too quick i aint never nicked
theres been close calls
ive had to jump
ive been running through and stashing up tools
none of them coppers aint knocked what i live
im not a gangster, not
im just trapped in the lands of
reality, in rapidly
my hand works like its powered mechanically
my shit is all self
im trying to save their sanity
but they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this aint no
got a killer vocabulary
all mad at me thought they be for me
but hating's like blasphemy
if you dont like me dont to me
im putting in the hours a worker in the factory
i got weights on my back a shirt or a sweater
i'll stick to the spitting for worse or for
im to go through the worst of the weather
the side must be better
ive been out to dry now ive come back to try
defining the art of criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple times
now they wanna tell me that im the best spitter whos
im just the best full
none of them couldnt step in stop
if they stop then i make em walk off side its time haters behave
we fuck it up all the country in a rave
me ghetts and lunar we all get paid?