Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get money nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my
We ain't on no jolly and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out poppin' Ollie switch
Buncha novices, odd the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking no common sense
We the of a dying breed
And we don't a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
You niggas who had said our hype 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 person
me get this 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 gon' give me mine

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

In a world kids my age are popping mollies with 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, to change their life for the better
I was a drama kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
Also homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't in the trap, nigga, I beez 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 some braille
I bust quick like gun-holders short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, being yourself
These fucking got stylists, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy looking silly boy
I'm in that season 'preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but with ice cream, my shit is (diddy riese)
Na'kel 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 he's not
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but kittens
See y'all trippin' man
Look at that article that says my matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge 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 talk is money, I said, "hi," I I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles,
They thought I wasn't until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that just Satan
And it's why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won for their fucking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting sick of the
All the Tron Cat fans are getting sick of the
But what me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who really gives a fuck I think?
My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost
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' me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, 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
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas give me mine

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