Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce a faggot
come and get me
Said I suck him at neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, him Simba, beats his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas
But I'm the only nigga to check Nike

Richer than people with black kids
Scarier than people with ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my
They say I'm but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm in spite of em
I you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
funny when you get extra money
Every you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra me
Oxford want a full blown lecture me
And the pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my be stuck
up
I the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

Two, Three,
your fuckin' horses
Niggas fuckin' thought that T lost it
I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold your fuckin' my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like
That's Tunechi, homie, of ceremonies
I 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I

This them golf boys, like them hot
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten
is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a four ten, of same year I was born
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one,

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its A-N-Y one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the
And a couple owners, kinda German
You the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck me either
liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need
But I he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Golf