Luyện nghe bài hát All Star Chuck Taylors

One thing I despise is suicide
Shere Khan is something that the cries
The way I collect is like a bomb
if you don't have my doe
i'm a blow fa
You better have heat when you with this villian
meaning that its when I'm chillin
Catch the
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's to the

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

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

t with the vestes feature
check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme homie you dealin
man the bathroom
the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye his spinach
run like you playing tennis
and you still aint
international keep the crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin like a show
make a with me birdy baby, grab the dough,
a linebacker
i got a like a blind jacker
put a new six packer
at pole with the lock jaw
in the with the rock raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
dirty catapilla
weed collide like the sun and the
and I'm still trippin of that with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
come through and you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the lost
in the of wood man u did what you could
the little you got are you cold or hot
put it with the plot, and got knocked
and to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
and the turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All and hard stars
make my way to the bar and you are
Catch ya

Hey sister give me some of shoes