Luyện nghe bài hát All Star Chuck Taylors

One thing I is virgin suicide
Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb
if you don't have my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have when you hang with this villian
that its cold when I'm chillin
Catch the
Slipped on a banana peelin
I them dead on the floor with the blood's skeated to the

I was yo how that happen?
taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the place at the right time
can a hell of a wave into a flat line
my style don't no blood
it pump weed and gasoline, Nickitine
man ectasy can twist yo
that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, a phone call for the chronic
And let my hold the gin and tonic
man i curse so much in
but I do the rap gods ask me
Have heart, have
have heart if you dont muscle bite the punk ear in the

no love or passionate, blow in the face of the badest chick
yet spin like a cd, I try not to get
on the grind when it's creepy, street wanna teach me
makin money for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Taylors, they lace like the mayor
street ball court
rapinfied rhyme
you be like Nicky man no favor, poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy
on Easter
pants in the starch to increase her

t with the vestes feature
miesha it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme homie what you
man the bathroom
with the wrapped dope in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run like you playing tennis
and you still aint
international the party crackin like its pistachios
the got it poppin like a fashion show
make a move with me birdy baby, the dough,
a linebacker
i got a gift like a jacker
put a new six packer
at south with the lock jaw
in the kitchen the rock raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the dope dealer
dirty worm
collide like the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of that room with the on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
through and leave you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the lost
in the bushes of man u did what you could
the little you got are you cold or hot
put it down with the plot, and got
and went to jail naked in ya shoes and
left it up to ya woman man to ya rocks
and the freak the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey give me some of them shoes