Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this money nigga, tired of hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my
Passing all you fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly shit and we pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out poppin' Ollie switch
novices, odd future the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying
And we don't give a fuck, so we supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our is dying, please
My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest
Bitch, twerk as I get on the verse,
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the chirpin'
Make actions, fuck

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' me mine, I don't have plenty time
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you gon' give me mine

In a world where kids my age are popping mollies leather
Sitting on tumblr, outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to their life for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the one
Also homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like some in a shell
Fucking and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they some braille
I bust quick gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like it, start being yourself
These rappers got stylists, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy posers silly boy
I'm in that past season 'preme shit, older Tity Boi
Not a diss, but with ice cream, my shit is (diddy riese)
smith transworld page 64
Poppin' oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet
The am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
I'm as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and not finished
And my missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See y'all trippin' man
Look at that article says my subject matter is wrong
I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge me
I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his
But talk is money, I said, "hi," I I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that is barnacles, huh?
They thought I fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist just worships Satan
And probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won for their fucking ratings
"Analog" are getting sick of the rape
All the Tron Cat are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the
Over and over, shit, who really gives a fuck I think?
My fans don't think on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I have plenty time
Flying out at any time, money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you gon' give me mine

This shit like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope that you can me
But momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you jump you pussy?)
I'm it's a drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, you know that cliff
Don't need a to tell him he could float that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads (I'll show you)
Malt liquor me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw his wrists in the cuffs
Bitch gotta (Oh, the fuck up!)