Luyện nghe bài hát Dumplin

its to the Z
and i say dont get left broke
nah i dont mean in the red
them can have plenty of cash
but when it comes to comparison they're to lack
im looking to stack money piles quicker than
so can
stop looking at me and looking at that
but it im broke for the minute
oh well at least i got a on my lyrics
they can have cash i got i got spirit
i keep my head out of the
and close to the like midgets
with damn dirty lyrics that are
the aspects of physics
im that blue vodka that your girls been sippin at the bar all night
yeah im WKD, i'm
haters i'll be more specific you can dick or send your best wishes
your girl didnt give the crew
after 10 her cunt smelt of fishes
slut on her knees by willies
your girls grimey my bars are
im like chapman - i wanna drive away in a fast car
i could drive to where the moon and the stars are
from a place where the people are dirt
an eye on the queens head thats what you'll get hurt for
you'll see violence the same as a blood and turf war
and the bars keep dragging a night shift
i'll 'em get back on the bike like ryan nyquist
they aint never or heard of nothing like this
nah im it with tightness every time i ride this
its devz im of surprises
i wanna touch the sky like rises
i the whole of the script
turned out the and left em in the dark like a solar eclipse
stay close to the beats when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips
all we hold here is chibs
emoitonless kids that are pissed where live
coppers are quick to be pricks
you be abiding the law and you could still get nicked
me im too i aint never been nicked
theres been some calls
ive had to walls
ive been running through and stashing up tools
none of them coppers knocked what i live like
im not a gangster, not
im just trapped in the lands of
reality, stepping in
my right hand works its powered mechanically
my shit is all explanatory
im just to save their sanity
but they can pay for five pound for my cd this aint no charity
devz's got a killer
all mad at me thought be glad for me
but hating's un-holy blasphemy
if you dont me dont chat to me
im putting in the hours like a worker in the
i got weights on my back a shirt or a sweater
stick to the spitting for worse or for better
im waiting to go through the of the weather
the side must be better
ive been hung out to dry now ive come to try
defining the art of lyrical criminal - slap someone multiple times
now they wanna tell me that im the best spitter white
im just the best full
none of them couldnt in then stop
if they stop then i make em walk off side its time haters behave
we it up all over the country in a rave
me ghetts slice and lunar we all get