Luyện nghe bài hát 222

[Hook: Erick Arc
Smoking good, looking
Girlfriend what's the issue,
Got them hooked, a look
never ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you good
Mind and your gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the bottom of your red
And I think Louis Vuitton, too

1:]
Reality is wisdom,
I like Horus, I don't whores
Hindsight oh my I adore, for the being yes I am yours
Drunk my card the ace of spades
And I hate to go without getting this money made
But niggas be telling to believe in the to actor
lose his job, blame it all on bad luck
Known to coast and my not open
The cold every season, trick
In the summer we smoke hunnids, my comes often evil shit
Just spews from my mind, I get confused all the
My wall of is confined, so you better elevate or lose time
Just time

2:]
Shady, I don't play
I be as if I'm a better man
And my mother to my brother from
Boy oh yes you can
From my sisters I keep the right
And my that kiss you good night
40 in my liquor cup
of shot and I pick you up
Bang from the same gang
Kick rocks if you hang
Lil what you saying, mayne?
Roll up while the hang
Growing up was a plane,
In the hood it's all good, our own Hollywood
Took a picture the system my track me like a alien
I combine thoughts with course
And exhaust from my skeleton
Tell her I appear again
Fuck that, if I'm going who will even care
Hate to be American, get away from
Cause the in the pyramids
And we all fucking
And you're lying through filaments
Lay if you drink a bit
And indulge in nigga shit
And that real nigga
Dissolve all that shit, play a different game
too easy to be ignorant
Just lay and think a bit

One
Fuck all that other

One time, one for my niggas of the Indigo
Two times, two for my ladies that are not a ho
One time, one time for my of the Indigo

Angel but she want me for my
Telling other niggas she ain't gonna wait
So by the Range Rove'
Beat then I add her to the payroll
Smoke another doob with a and a bro
But I won't say it
Misrepresenting the who won't grow
So I carrying through the that beat you through postal
Where we gon' go? we ever gon' go?
To the of the Horace eye
Fuck thoughts I am 'til there's no reply

Flatbush
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South by southwest, all the way Brooklyn