Luyện nghe bài hát 222

[Hook: Erick Arc
Smoking good, good
what's the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, a look
Nigga never ever gonna you, girl
Get it understood, you looking
and your body gotta equal, girl
How soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's Vuitton, too

1:]
Reality is wisdom,
I like Horus, I don't like
oh my I adore, for the time being yes I am yours
Drunk my it's the ace of spades
And I hate to go away without getting this made
But niggas be telling to in the reason to actor
Nigga his job, blame it all on bad luck
to coast and my eyes not open
The cold comes every season,
In the summer we smoke hunnids, my fall comes often shit
spews from my mind, I get confused all the time
My wall of space is confined, so you better elevate or lose
Just time

2:]
Shady, I play that
I be as if I'm a better man
And my mother to my brother another
Boy oh yes you can
From my sisters I the shit right
And my that kiss you good night
40 slugs in my cup
Sick of shot and I you up
Bang bang the same gang
Kick if you can't hang
Lil nigga you saying, mayne?
Roll up while the hang
up was a plane, mayne
In the hood it's all good, made our own
Took a picture the system my mental track me like a
I combine thoughts with course
And exhale exhaust my skeleton
Tell her I appear again
that, if I'm going who will even care again?
Hate to be American, get from experiments
the truth in the pyramids
And we all immigrants
And lying through your filaments
Lay back if you a bit
And indulge in nigga shit
And that real nigga
Dissolve all that simple shit, play a game
too easy to be ignorant
Just lay back and a bit

One
Fuck all other shit

One time, one time for my of the Indigo
Two times, two times for my that are not a ho
One time, one time for my of the Indigo

Angel but she want me for my
Telling other niggas she ain't never gonna
So by the Range Rove'
Beat beat then I add her to the
another doob with a cousin and a bro
But I won't say it
Misrepresenting the who won't grow
So I carrying the weapons that beat you through postal
Where we gon' go? Where we ever go?
To the of the Horace eye
Fuck thoughts I am 'til there's no reply

Zombies
try tah
South by southwest, all the way from