Luyện nghe bài hát All Star Chuck Taylors

One thing I is virgin suicide
Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb
meanin if you don't my doe
i'm a blow fa
You better have heat when you hang with this
meaning that its cold I'm chillin
Catch the
Slipped down on a peelin
I seen dead on the floor with the blood's skeated to the

I was like yo how that
Chuck taylors down gotta keep on
The one bullet, the right place at the time
can a hell of a wave into a flat line
my don't pump no blood
it pump weed and gasoline, Nickitine
man ectasy can yo spleen
tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I
It's of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and
man i curse so much in
but I do what the rap ask me
heart, have hustle
have heart if you have muscle bite the punk ear in the

no love or passionate, weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace the mayor
street ball player
rapinfied rhyme
you be like Nicky man no favor, poppa
I disappeare Jimmy Hopper
on Easter
pants in the heavy to increase her

t shirts with the vestes
miesha check it its the god of
Chuck Taylor like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and like the banana peelin,
you got a homie what you dealin
man the bathroom
the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run around you playing tennis
and you still finished
international keep the party crackin like its
the got it poppin like a fashion show
a move with me birdy baby, grab the dough,
like a
i got a gift a blind jacker
put a new six packer
at south pole the lock jaw
in the kitchen the rock raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
dirty catapilla
weed collide the sun and the moon
and I'm still of that room with the blood on the ceiling
catch ya
my chuck got me creepin
and rap
through and leave you stunned
and in
and leave my on the block like the lost glock
in the of wood man u did what you could
with the little you got are you or hot
put it with the plot, and got knocked
and went to jail naked in ya shoes and
left it up to ya man to move ya rocks
and the freak turned the into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey sister give me of them shoes