Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This is a game if you wanna play
Counting on your own
it with no delays
so im gettin' growing pains
father didn't show me my instincts to take the open
I go
all these problems with my growing age
blowin'
Tryna clear the that's sittin' on my brain
i don't
but the kid inside me feeling so
gotta golden
let desire the flame
for the fountain of youth while im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger with the
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so think before your
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go left , (nigga!) right, left)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, (right!) Go left, (niggas) Go left, right, left)
(Tyler the Creator)
They want a story a
I write the shit that I find amusing
all of they fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you find me on maury
I'm still a kid in my
so I have a problem
but it will come from and shit I see touring
I'm a bird and i'm soaring
really and I'm
horny from watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger with the
Marching with the
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so think before blink
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, (wolf gang!) Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go left , (nigga!) right, left)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, (right!) Go left, (niggas) Go left, right, left)
(Tyler the Creator)




Now where's
of the countdown
shit ain't the same since I found out
Hodgy Beats for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style foul fucker
your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around in seattle
the same shotgun that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
Still but
assume that i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking in my own room now,

but I can flip like couch pillow, and
have my death sliding like a lose vow,
the bandwagon into caboose so, so
don't let that nigger trumpet lose sound
(Just let him play)