Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!!!

They say I've calmed down since the last
Well, lick my dick, how does that (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my
And I don't give a shit, bend my
Somebody said bands make her
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're
The only thing that you're gonna get is this
Wait this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn
And while you're at it, pass the
And fapping and Xbox Live, fun
I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take
Instantly put it on and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the

Bring the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I his vision
And if he's tripping off my dissing
Then he has to with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, that I pee from
than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, that snare down
I'm like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "You're going to now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
A can of beans bitch I'm on, boy is bad to the bone

How much could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck ever give a fuck?
Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the is sicker than the last bar bold-er
Im a CO Michael bitch Im badder than my BO
Find me and lance dance during chemo
Before they our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
agree? bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many fags can a screw?
if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my
Shoot through LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many in the house?
How many ladies in the house a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing

Oh shit, aw fuck.
Clancy: the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry.
Clancy: Is my shirt?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I something
Clancy: Clean that shit up, going to the office!