Luyện nghe bài hát SLR 2

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

1]
Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana
'em half, call it that banana splits
But my halves is like a banana 6
Do these bananas have any who they on the planet with?
Apes, you bananas to the grapes
mean your bitch got a banana in her face
And wine on her chin, get these off of my trunk
And all of these swine up off my
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my
SLR, nigga
'bout to go to work so these bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve
Got plans, so I karate stance so I could open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Bruce Lee boy to
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 with all kinds of
Knives and swords, lions, tigers boars
striking Viking hordes
Fighting heightened, violence
nonsense]
That was Adolf, to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be as evil as Lu
Well that's you ain't Lu, bitch
two sips of the holy grail
Then I up and I turned around
And I bent over and pittoo'd
I Jay, that's my nigga
I feel sicker a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I don't move
The only opposition is new shit
These new rappin' like they 2
They be like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
happened to the game?
Niggas think they Jappin' cause rappin' like they Wayne
Rappin' like Chainz
I ain't matchin' in platinum
But I'm rappin' I'm flames
Like them in the back of him and my antonyms is on 'cain
And my heroin is on metaphors and my is on brains
My left foot is in LA but my right is in Spain
Now we all what he said, but what he said means we dead
And that shit is
He's so crazy, look at the baby
Nigga you ain't Nas, you ain't Jay-Z
You will respect me, you reject 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 gon' have to leave
And when the bitch gone, knee disabled
DVD of Dick 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 it's so strong, when I it out, I'm only hangin' on to a handle
Satan on my ankles I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't hatin' on that you hatin' wrong, cause you hang on to my angles
It's being a Lupe fan, go to Harvard to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder it's in Lupe's hands
nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go back to the part
Would say pause, but I was 'bout my own balls