Luyện nghe bài hát All Star Chuck Taylors

One thing I despise is suicide
Shere Khan is that the wind cries
The way I collect is a bomb threat
meanin if you have my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have heat when you hang this villian
that its cold when 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 keep on rapin
The one bullet, the place at the right time
can turn a of a wave into a flat line
my don't pump no blood
it pump and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
man can twist yo spleen
tell that to the freaky them jeans, what I mean
It's of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my hold the gin and tonic
man i curse so much in
but I do the rap gods ask me
Have heart, have
have heart if you have muscle bite the punk ear in the

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

t shirts the vestes feature
miesha it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and like the banana peelin,
you got a scheme homie what you
man the tinted
with the blunt dope in it
Its like Popeye with his
run like you playing tennis
and you still finished
keep the party crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin like a fashion
make a with me birdy baby, grab the dough,
a linebacker
i got a gift like a blind
put a new six packer
at south pole with the jaw
in the kitchen with the raw
you me of cocaine and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
worm catapilla
weed like the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the
catch ya
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
through and leave you stunned
and in
and my heart on the block like the lost glock
in the of wood man u did what you could
the little you got are you cold 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 turned the into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard
make my way to the bar and you are
Catch ya

Hey sister give me some of shoes