Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

And I'm a leave on one note
One more note
like this... Look at him

I ain't here in a minute
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going with obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls me like Seth Cohen,
So get a get a glass pour the X. O. in
I did want one these to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause you drivin is not a lane
And rest in peace to Pimp C is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky a lotta Brain
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My of judgment is a officially gone
Up the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never round
I got pent house walls I stay above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
Cause money's (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer
And do not disagree with me best you jus concur
I'm a legend a legacy that can't help but survive
when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my from the hood to the beaches
I'm good gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
P P P this
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
with a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a
all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the so for real without the candy brain
trooper like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital signs they off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me down like it's Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I brought my niggas the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the
Jesus my straight no creases
P P Peep
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on somebody please pass the weed
So if I tonight you won't have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me
Watch me I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is Fame and all up in my blood
suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex like I'm Hugh Heff
Every other I need a blue net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck then I whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine the queen
Sniff the white horse of success and let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
Gotta the spot on my flight
First known of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing bum out
Hung out with from every drug house
So when you remember me say I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living good gripping wood all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P P Peep
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we

O.D. O.D know me