Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a if you wanna play
Counting on your own
Livin' it with no
so fast im gettin' pains
father didn't show me my instincts to take the open
I go
all these problems with my growing age
haze
Tryna the dobt that's sittin' on my brain
i don't
but the kid inside me feeling so
gotta golden
let rekindle the flame
searching for the fountain of youth im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
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)
Some 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 I find very amusing
cause all of fuckin' stories are boring
It's really to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you won't me on maury
I'm still a kid in my
so I a problem maturing
but it will come experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird and i'm
really and I'm
really horny from watching this
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger with the
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this none of (clumsticks)
so think before your
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, (wolf gang!) Go left, right, left)
Niggas is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go , (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 been the same since I found out
Beats ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style foul mouth
your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around in seattle
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
Still but
some that i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking in my own room now,

but I can flip shit like pillow, and
have my sliding like a lose vow, Ummm
the bandwagon turned caboose so, so
don't let little nigger trumpet lose sound
(Just let him play)