Luyện nghe bài hát Jamba

Papa ain't call even he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck You)
But now my balls, deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt'
Bitches scared to let me on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, often just nonsense
stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores puberty
And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach
Cussing out Siri a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my for gratiturity, bitch

em' Down!
Nigga em' Down!
em' Down!

I tumble on Hodgy's sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you his lunch
Like "What the fuck? I'm as fuck," turn the fucking music up
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the are you to us, uterus?"
I put on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, the movement first
a human nurse, I'm ill, I use this earth to infuse the birth
Of my on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a in a few
The sickening view, a woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

em' Down!
Nigga em' Down!
em' Down!

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little and pink
Get some sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm the vapes
You can smell us in places when we
And our clothing is always in flakes
Enough for two blunts and "What the fuck is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm fucking like gradient
Shit I'm like the tape that's superglued
To the of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm
Fainted by my fifth hit, pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this salt, you dipshit

C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you as fuck my nigga
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as as.. F- your butt my nigga...
Oh ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here comes that weak ass nigga Samuel.