Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this money nigga, tired of hungry nigga
Nothing funny, me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking 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 out here poppin' Ollie switch
novices, odd future the squad, its thick
Them niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying
And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying,
My pocket's solid, making off the highest tees
Bitch, as I get on the verse, cursin'
Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, rehearsing

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

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 gon' give me mine, you gon' give me mine

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

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

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