Luyện nghe bài hát 222

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

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

2:]
Shady, I don't that
I be acting as if I'm a man
And my to my brother from another
Boy oh yes you can
From my sisters I keep the right
And my mothers that kiss you night
40 slugs in my cup
of shot and I pick you up
Bang bang the same gang
Kick rocks if you hang
Lil what you saying, mayne?
Roll up while the blames
up was a plane, mayne
In the it's all good, made our own Hollywood
a picture the system my mental track me like a alien
I combine thoughts with divine
And exhale 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 immigrants
And you're through your filaments
Lay back if you a bit
And indulge in this nigga
And that real nigga
Dissolve all that simple shit, a different game
It's too easy to be
Just lay back and a bit

One
all that other shit

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

Angel but she me for my peso
Telling other she ain't never gonna wait
So by the Range Rove'
Beat beat I add her to the payroll
Smoke doob with a cousin and a bro
But I won't say it
the people who won't grow
So I carrying through the weapons 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
try tah
South by southwest, all the way from