Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

For though, like for real though
Like for
You know what I'm sayin', I even
It's like, niggas must who the fuck
Did the fuck
the fuck
When niggas was still, not the
Or
then, I say

1]
Dear Lord, have on my banana clips
Give 'em half, it that banana splits
But my is really like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any who they on the planet with?
Apes, you bananas to the grapes
That mean your bitch got a in her face
And wine on her chin, get these off of my trunk
And all of these up off my rims
Tryin' to the shine up off of my Benz
SLR, please
Niggas 'bout to go to work so bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with that B-Y, nigga just roll up my
Got plans, so I karate stance so I could open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Lee boy to destroy
Doo doo beat two T-boys with one freak one me
But I can DP it's three more
Three for me or me or me or me or me or me
Team me is like meat animals meeting a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm fine all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, bitin' boars
Lightening striking Viking
Fighting heightened, soars
[German-sounding
That was Adolf, reacting to my new
Translation: how he can't be as evil as Lu get?
Well cause you ain't Lu, bitch
two sips of the holy grail
Then I backed up and I turned
And I bent over and shit
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel sicker a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I don't shit
The opposition is this new shit
new niggas rappin' like they 2
They be like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
happened to the game?
Niggas think Jappin' cause they rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' they Chainz
I ain't matchin' them in
But I'm like I'm flames
Like them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my is on metaphors and my metaphors is on brains
My foot is in LA but my right foot is in Spain
Now we all heard what he said, but he said means we dead
And shit is insane
so crazy, look at the little baby
Nigga you Nas, nigga you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you will me
But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you reflect me
SLR, nigga
These niggas 'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' to leave
And when the bitch gone, shots disabled
Your DVD of Jones in your TV and a grenade all on your table.
And my bowl's like an ocean
And I lay it on by the
But so strong, when I pull it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles while I'm hangin' on to an
Ain't hatin' on that you wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe
I ain't sayin' I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in Lupe's hands
Welcome nigga, Land, SLR
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go to the hard part
Would say pause, but I was 'bout my own balls