Luyện nghe bài hát Chalupa

Yo, this flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red it
If I got it on, you never seen it, never seen it
people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never cheated
Oh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it look

I'm on a Yamaha, laughing ha, ha, ha
Na, na, na, want to talk, speak ra, ra, ra
Crib is Mardi Gras, no beads, grow weed
Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole
like a janitor, stay within a parameters
Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care about a
'Cause put that dress off, first like grandmamma

Hope you got the stamina because niggas be on
Blow reefa, no sneaker, this was a converse
I told baby girl, damn that's a hard
But you gotta get it in flavors girl, like

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting
Yo shit, ain't funny but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a
'Cause we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love

Winter time, I'm heated why they
Lenox ave boy with 8 digits
Summer time through in our may blizzards
Old ladies looking damn they did it

'Cause huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a box
2 piece, apple pie, feds snap shots
They know I'm for hot rims, fast drops
Big trucks, big jewels, from the have not's

Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, pot
Call my gravel, it's mad rocks
I'm the of the team, fuck the mascot

mad cock, 650 rag top
Damn, don't get hit with the jab my dad got
Y'all sasquatch, put it on laptop
Yo, not a door but yes sir, it's pad

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting
Yo shit, even funny but look at we counting money
Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a
'Cause we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, the state patrol
With 50 and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 year old
It can take a toll, hope that you parole
Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you

And they say I'm a son of a
Why? 'Cause I be with son and your bitch
You don't deserve her, your fair, we hurt her
We her to be a squirter, your son about murder

brother well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurper
Your mom, her ass is fat, my niggas they her bertha
Once a they might server her, with dick they gon' serve her
Now she whining like a baby, yo, maybe we'll get her

Smack her on her ass, milk, then we burp her
Yeah, we her nurtured but we'll earth her, before we chirp her
You'll be a bag, fam, we'll put our beats on her
Or the Klu Klux, yeah, white on her

Or jersey, put the heat on her
Or a mat, I'm gone put my feet on her
Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the on 'em
Americas wanted, with no warrant

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting
Yo shit, ain't funny but look at we counting money
Yo, up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope
'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa