Luyện nghe bài hát Falconry

Yo pass me the ball
You better pick me, ya
Straight the up, I roof this shit
Fuckin' 360 on pussy
I give a fuck
kick this motherfucking ball over the fence
No on

I know you see me on the TV, lookin' a hunk of beef
When I smell your mama's shit dungarees
Somebody get the kid a deal he like me
But nah, dunny don't get down me
The falcon flies back to the glove I whistle
try to put me in the box like a tissue
'Cause I push you in the box with a pink
around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(Ah man so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son)
Uh, you ain't a legend Gianni
I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilker's
With one arm shredded, and one arm
Dog, I was born Allah's vision
I quick I couldn't follow suit
'Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar
Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard
Listenin' to German guitar riffs, a life
I was like the beginning of Jurassic Park
When they took the fucking bluff on the mosquito a dope needle
Then they shot it in a lion, 1983
I popped out holdin' a iron with a on
Yeah, uh huh, ha ha ha
Yo, the videos are like a Jewish camp promo
Your lack of dope, woah

Yo, silk cinder blocks, socks
On the low a whip without shocks
I bag in flocks
for everything official
Ya'll can't live, so it's officially an issue
Water proof penmanship, padded on a
Hammerin' the 'case a nigga try to thug me
I'm a idol, my is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke like a rival
Uh, I'm New York before it turned a bike lane
Never had a frame, spit the pipe cane
It was but I wrote it
Put religion right on my and then I froze it
Laurenovitch,

3:36 in the
Location, a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New
What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified
a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposits
All sorts of a in his waste
But who are She only love me when I'm naked