Luyện nghe bài hát Tamale

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

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

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

Bring back the horns was played in the beginning
And Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my dissing
Then he has to deal me and my minions
get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm
Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I like? Got a new bike tire
popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee
Bigger than an 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, your boy is bad to the

How much wood a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever a fuck?
Bitch 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 fuck Michael bitch Im badder my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during
Before repossess 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
agree? bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the

How many can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's with a crucifix
How ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga,
A Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of
Fap time and before I flatline, chimes in my room and catch me
This so damn embarrassing like

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