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Текст: Kanye West. Summer Jam Freestyle.

that could of f***ed up everything, nike already don't like me always hollerin' white t! dressed like i'm hype b! smilin through my white teeth. don't race against the american dream. together we like the kenyan marathon team. three black, rap , acts that spit that crack; never push that lac wrather push something german. lookin for a swedish b**ch that I can put my sperm in. (CHEERS) brother don't stop the sermon, all I see is green call me Eric Sermon. All I spit is thermal, long sleeve flannel, when I touch the birds, don't touch the channel, bought the Ratta purse, she keep callin' it Chanel, never hit a b**ch anal but I run S**t annual. yeah and that some dumb s**t, I never hit a b**ch, but I run s**t dumb b**ch, and I mean that a nice sensitive word, just act like I'm some type of nice sensitive nerd, they say he's a dog, i'm a dog on females, tak for the ones thats only in it for the retail, she see what you goy, she see what we sell, been married so much, I swear them girls on re-sell, she watchin the draft she gotcha jersey all ready, she boughta' pick out a crib in jersey already, she boughta' be pregnant by thursday already, congratulations baby boy, on ya new baby boy// (CHEERS)