Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

Sweatshirt, Genesis, throwin' chairs, killin' shit
I'm half-privileged, think white and nigger lips
A tad different, mad smart, act
Shit, I'll the class when my dad starts givin' shits
But as as our relationship is turdless
I'ma keep burning rubber and fucking beats with burnt dick
Who that, oh, new coon John Cusack
A Mecca button-up, shoutin' bring back
Hands full of coke, mouth of crack mu-zack
Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's
With no hint, egging with no tint
there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, uh
The Night Striker, I'm her, up-tying her
nine Vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
A little bit of sherm provokes the fuckin' fight in her
She started cause I'm givin' cock like it's advice to her
Take that, I'm on top like caps
is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga