Luyện nghe bài hát Cudderisback

up?
Mm-hmm.
Nigga.
its me. (Haha!)

Im back
Cudder.
Ottoman couch, how handsome furniture
now, but dressed for funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the
To hang in the of some parliamentary hall
Stay a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of weed
Same jeans, old converse,
Bape and the Walees, so works
Im cool, some mad at it
Lookin in the outside, fantastic
Cant keep that alive
They be on my dick, if Kid die,
cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick
I smile and I'm pleasant, the is the essence
But if Im in the good, we gonna tear up
Im about sex, ridiculous amounts,
If you're gonna rage, should be all about
take, take another shot or soft
Dream on Im the mother loving boss
Haters suck my balls, two
I never say because I'm on mine
All my life, wanna do something
Now every little I do might make it in the paper
found yall nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no (I rage)
Hatin motherfuckas, I dont yo
I this was the life I chose
get up in my mind,
Wanna know me and Amanda Bynes (Amanda please)
Wanna really, really, really who Im dating
Is she or super duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it dont my nigga, I love them all.
As long as she dont need stupid amounts of makeup to up the self esteem
dreams can reflect the blessing
I am tap on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out
it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I wont
Im it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I quit
Hey hey hey, whoa whooa! (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoooa! (come on, come on)
Stoned, let's smoke some more
Hey, (Let's goo oh whooa)
La la la la la la la
Goodbye.