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, niggas must who the fuck
Did the fuck
When the
niggas was still, not the fuck
Or
then, I say

1]
Dear Lord, mercy on my banana clips
'em half, call it that banana splits
But my halves is really a banana 6
Do these have any idea 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 heathens off of my trunk
And all of these swine up off my
Tryin' to take the shine up off of my
SLR, please
Niggas 'bout to go to so these bitches gon' have to leave
Gon' roll around with B-Y, nigga just roll up my sleeve
Got body plans, so I karate stance so I open up my chi
Lu the boy, too Lee boy to destroy
Doo doo beat like two T-boys 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 eating animals a meteor
Dinosaurs, I'm with all kinds of wars
Knives and swords, lions, tigers boars
striking Viking hordes
Fighting heightened, soars
[German-sounding
was Adolf, reacting to my new shit
Translation: how come he can't be as evil as Lu
Well that's cause you ain't Lu,
Took two sips of the grail
Then I backed up and I around
And I over and pittoo'd shit
I love Jay, my nigga
I feel than a cruise ship
I ain't competition, I don't shit
The only opposition is new shit
These new niggas rappin' they 2
be actin' like they you, man that's-- wheeeeeew shit
What happened to the
Niggas think they Jappin' cause they rappin' they Wayne
Rappin' like Chainz
I ain't matchin' in platinum
But I'm rappin' I'm flames
Like smackin' them in the 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 heard he said, but what 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 reject me
But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you will me
SLR, nigga
These niggas 'bout to go to work so bitches gon' have to leave
And the bitch gone, knee 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 while I'm hangin' on to an angel
Ain't on that you hatin' wrong, cause you can't hang on to my angles
It's hard being a Lupe fan, go to to be a Lupe stan
I ain't sayin' that I'm harder, it's just harder when it's in hands
nigga, Lupe Land, SLR
Here we go, FL
Hold up, go to the hard part
Would say pause, but I was 'bout my own balls