Luyện nghe bài hát Take'm To The Water

Now, truthfully, I believe I'm the tightest nigga, musically
Usually, I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin' since my
In a Cadillac, that ride five guls and their nudity
You can bring yo' words, I bet, I still out rep you brutally

Low down, and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side?
Boy, I'm fly, tie, especially I let that herbal fly
Southern fried, cool kid, of that country culture
you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters

Shit, I'm steppin' off in the tunnel a funnel of Keystone
Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin' all long
Y'all keep on that jibbery-jabbery, slippin' out happily
Expose you pretty hoes with a dose of hospitality

Gravity in yo' trunk, while yo' producers forgot the
We introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' is krunk
blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you
But even though Bubba dirty, he fin' to shine too

I hope you can swim if you wanna
You're up creek without a paddle
gon' do now? Grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken, Duddy Ken, to the water

Swim, if you battle
You're up shit creek a paddle
Y'all ain't
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ain't ready, to the water

See, momma me, Lil' Devil, that ain't no relation to Satan
got no patience for hatin', I'll be at the station, awaitin'
The of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay
I the beach like D-Day, now, that bitch play when we say

I'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we fly, since gin and I
Bourbon with a twist, Bubba, lurkin' in your midst
Without my dick, perverted this, 'cause was smellin' vaginal
Been bumped wrong, one too many times for actin'

D.K., I bomb folks, man, I throw heat I was John Smokes
But mine a gun though, change yo' name to John Doe
Shit, have your whole family mourning like
Then go to my condo, so I can let my kind grow

Is you blind folk? Why you see bigger thangs?
Don't run up on this stage, 'cause ain't no nigga, mayn
And my mob ain't, either, don't make me have to play a
With my lil' heater, bet that and ain't no punk

Now, get it, get it, crunk, jump-offs, B.K. they trippin'
I'm fin' to go on and take one of they off, 'cause I ain't slippin'
Just hippin', you to real shit, so, get in where you fit
Sittin' on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to a fit

From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana,
Sippin' gin and while Georgia play Alabama
Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up a scanner
the mics off, lost, somebody, call the light boss

I hope you can swim if you wanna
You're up shit creek without a
Whatcha gon' do now, my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water

Swim if you wanna
up shit creek without a paddle
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
ain't ready
Take'm to the

Boy, I'm out here chasin' daddy lucid, shit, produced it
Switched from duce, duces to nuisance
Fuckin' these gooses, raw dick, we all sick
I'm goin' skinny after y'all hit

That country fuckin', Bubba, hit his head and lost his
Eight grand for a Roley? That only bought you time
I'm in line waitin', to grind, it's too cloudy for me to
keep this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline

And in time, jump this fuckin' ship, and run and get
My in every town, I lay it down, when I spit
shit, is so much more than white folks and white thangs
Or black folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track

You lack game, Bubba got that shit goin' two for
Communicatin' with them country folk, strictly
Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, I don't sleep
Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you

I hope you can if you wanna battle
You're up shit creek without a
Whatcha gon' do now? Grab my pen and
Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water

Swim, if you wanna
You're up shit creek without a
Y'all ready
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ain't
Take'm to the

I hope you can swim if you battle
You're up shit creek without a
Whatcha do now, grab my pen and slaughter
Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, to the water

Swim, if you wanna
You're up creek without a paddle
Y'all ain't
(Y'all ready)
Y'all ready
Take'm to the