Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name again? knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
come and get me
Said I suck him at your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you fucked up as a parent, your idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, 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, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't they me?
Cause Nike gave lot of checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to Nike

Richer than white people with kids
Scarier than people with ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing 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 believe you a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna 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 they told their white daughters bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be funny
I mean you can dress extra bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
Oxford want a full lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I you a big dick, so go extra hard"

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

Two, Three,
Hold your fuckin'
Niggas really fuckin' that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken tips
Fuckin'

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

This them golf boys, like hot boys
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 hard before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten
Life is a broad and she brain
that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

My trigger wise but my nine dumb
finger blind so its fuck 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 like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and cut, eat up
I my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

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

Son you need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Golf