Luyện nghe bài hát All Star Chuck Taylors

One thing I despise is suicide
Shere is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a threat
meanin if you don't my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have heat when you hang this villian
meaning its cold when I'm chillin
Catch the
down on a banana peelin
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's to the

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

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

t shirts with the feature
miesha check it its the god of
Chuck Taylor down like the
feeling,
slip up and down like the peelin,
you got a scheme homie what you
man the bathroom
with the blunt wrapped in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run around you playing tennis
and you still aint
international keep the crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin a fashion show
make a move me birdy baby, grab the dough,
a linebacker
i got a gift a blind jacker
put a whole new six
at pole with the lock jaw
in the kitchen the rock raw
you me of cocaine and do do stains,
man its the shitty dope
dirty worm
weed collide the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of room with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
through and leave you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the glock
in the bushes of wood man u did 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 and socks
left it up to ya man to move ya rocks
and the freak the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and stars
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey sister give me some of them