Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

They say I've down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does sound? (Umm)
my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, my rectum
Somebody said bands make her
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're
The only thing that you're gonna get is dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a nigger
And while you're at it, pass the
And fapping and Xbox Live, fun
Before I come, I'm calling your
When she over, I take picture
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 I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his
And if he's tripping off my sneak
he has to deal with me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees,
Fuck I like? Got a new bike tire
Never like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I bust in her jaw (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same bus
"You're going to jail now!"

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

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

Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Wang, Go Fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty, Hot is on
Can't agree? im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many fags can a screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair a crucifix
How many ladies in the
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga,
A little Jergens in my for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's of disgusting
Fap and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
shit's so damn embarrassing like

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