Luyện nghe bài hát Salma Hayek

And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you
And you

I'm Joe
I'm an
But the kids don't
I was spitting flows before phones
Back when it wasn't cool to rap sniffing coke
And you
It might be a shit
But you fuckin with this, bro
WiFi got no signal
Fifi sucking on my toe
And now I'm all up
On her money in the
And I don't have to disrobe
I my boxers on
And use the hole
Roll the window
And feel the wind
in the back of the Honda
Getting hot as a
I'm sicker a goldfish
Swimming in a fishbowl full of
Yo, it's officially
You better get your tickets if we your zip code

I'm Selma
On the Mississippi
In a stolen
Live fast like my life's in a lapse
I'm so fly
I'm to fly traps
Get your mind out the
Or at least you line it with a bag
Tie it up to keep the lye gagged
To a minimal stack, a fixable flat
A will get you sidetracked
Put it up if you like a blind rat
Just trying to out of a wine glass
We attack
But not allowed to fight back,
You not about to back, right?
We might strike combat if time for that
After I my IQ test
On iPad app
In the eye on the way to the IHOP
With your ass

I'm Hancock
I it
I'm not a
I'm not not for profit, nah
I stop, I'm the opposite
I'm on my shit
Trying to live and prosperous
Excuse me for to be modest
But ooey, I feel kinda
It's obvious that socks fit
So stomp around the block
the goddamn apocalypse
Preceded by a
Of rhinoceroses
The of awesomeness
Not a
It's not a
Party on the bottom
In a lake of
And if you ain't
change the topic
Ain't nothing left to say it
You eating
you like it
And dirt the graveyard
You put on it