Luyện nghe bài hát Happy In My Hoody

Direct from the garden,
Next to my hovering
I break it fresh
Like the crunch of an
Shit, so I plug in my channel
that nutty motherfucker
With a bundle of

In his head,
I sled,
As the unravels
my satchel,
My lasso,
I jumped on my
Set with my pallet
And my colouring
Swift-ly writing
His Travels
At the brewery,
Guzzle a bubbling full
Went my chateau,
Where I hung up my
the mantle,
Free from the government
I can handle
The tackles
They grappled deep
With these troublesome
You can catch me in my
When I to the battle
In my canoe,
Pick the to paddle
Still that chap,
Who the slumbering cattle

I feel happy in my on a Friday,
I happy in my hoody on a Friday
I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
If you ain't fucking us
Then you going my way
I happy in my hoody on a Friday,
With and kicks,
the spliff full of high grade
I feel in my hoody on a Friday
And I see you
If coming at me sideways

It's the days,
Versus the endless
The she made,
God my mother
It's the they make,
The laws I
The highs, the lows,
The roads
The in rhyme,
Versus the bullets in pistols
The they dive for,
The with a Pit-Bull
The too for school,
The never under
The rebel with a
Whose ready for

So me in my hoody,
Flipping off the
Don't come here
no shitting where I live
My whole
1 love daily
Mad Stewy
Yelling you pay me
On the
Cuz I'm trouble if you
there's no muzzle
On my
I'm a bit back,
You that
Phrase: yeah, kick it Macka
I need a bike rack,
I ride that tractor

Cats it
Cuz the flow hot
Like the body of a
With a cream top
go, readjust,
Kids strap your
Lets take a ride
To the wishing
well which
Inside my had fell
this wretched witch
Then cast a
And she must've hers
Like as strong
Cuz it made me wanna
Like and Chong

or wrong,
I was hooked,
I had found my
I couldn't get
Of this falling
not to say
The sound on the earth was
But I knew that ground
Was exploring
So I packed my
And I my swag
And I haven't been back then

then
You can catch my on a Friday
Getting with the lads
On the
- to Frank Sinatra,
Did it my way
I believe
We're paid for getting sideways

Where my at,
We had to trample the
Hijack the
That the camel's back
Got my whole in shambles,
But I'm handling
you leave in an ambulance
And we sampling
the sound of the city
We ounces of sticky,
Round Mr Whippy
me in my hoody
Getting blazed
now the weed,
I the sleeve,
made of hemp
I got to pay the rent,
You should know
Don't make me you down
With a phone like Russell
I flip a shows,
a bundle of smoke
Watch the crumble and chuckle,
o
I'm rich,
Feel so
Till I wake the day,
It's by the morning
Raw like Moore,
Got the government out
I kicked a rhyme Howard,
He got kicked the out

I feel happy in my on a Friday,
I feel in my hoody on a Friday
I happy in my hoody on a Friday,
If you ain't fucking us
Then you going my way
I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
caps and kicks,
Pack the spliff full of high
I feel in my hoody on a Friday
And I see you
If coming at me sideways