Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock knock motherfucks me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who a fuck
Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking sick brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her lying it, ain't got no light in it
Darker that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby my fucking pipe?
Address my little as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I want to fly some kites
Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals toward the
To skate around and do shit that older peeps despise
Nigga it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a bitch lickin' toes
That's how it goes; designing clothes, on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as that supermodels eat
Everybody's it and I keep coughing
Can't keep in this hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and a song as I'm heading straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean
Green hat,Vans, Golf top is the uniform
that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the

But when you're thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark light box and they rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the Sams, we were biking it out
In a hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles
to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now you see a roach you think of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I think his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present day
I was Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the

Do you know how weird it is knowing I a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Caesars
And whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad they not eating
(But you treating us you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods Pinkman
I'm never civil Lincoln
Preme out the bag no wrinkles
I'm dokie and loopy
And booboo nana and
If you think I'm COOCOO
Try talking to my shrink

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo who's
Salem
That's my
You stay the fuck away from her

I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the