Luyện nghe bài hát 222

[Hook: Arc Elliot]
good, looking good
Girlfriend the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a
Nigga never ever gonna you, girl
Get it understood, you looking
Mind and your gotta equal, girl
How soul hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes
And I think Louis Vuitton, too

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

2:]
Shady, I play that
I be acting as if I'm a man
And my mother to my brother from
Boy oh yes you can
From my sisters I the shit right
And my that kiss you good night
40 slugs in my cup
of shot and I pick you up
Bang bang from the same
rocks if you can't hang
Lil what you saying, mayne?
Roll up while the blames
up was a plane, mayne
In the hood it's all good, our own Hollywood
Took a picture the system my mental me like a alien
I thoughts with divine course
And exhale from my skeleton
her I won't appear again
Fuck that, if I'm who will even care again?
Hate to be American, get away experiments
Cause the in the pyramids
And we all fucking
And you're through your filaments
Lay back if you a bit
And in this nigga shit
And that real rhetoric
all that simple shit, play a different game
It's too easy to be
Just lay back and a bit

One
Fuck all that shit

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

Angel but she want me for my
Telling niggas she ain't never gonna wait
So by the Range Rove'
Beat beat I add her to the payroll
Smoke another with a cousin and a bro
But I say it slow
Misrepresenting the people who won't
So I carrying through the weapons that beat you postal
we gon' go? Where we ever gon' go?
To the of the Horace eye
Fuck thoughts I am going 'til no reply

Flatbush
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South by southwest, all the way from