Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the of
the dizzying at the
park. Ah, memories of Boblo Island
Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel get a nut.
jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A little and crackers.
A get out wine. A little rear medium lights.
Some Harvey Rizla green. But do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing compared to our family
My uncle shook hands with a manly
All hand-me-down sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my fist
That was back 'fore I was
Pop told stories 'bout it that last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the boat
Uh, on our way to that black amusement
roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I across my identity on the Boblo boat
where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess my supervision was
Parties on the way to the would be the livest, though
First big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew we would
both grow up and to alcoholics, though
The boat
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better times I were true
I were true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said true
I said were true,
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, up, wake up, wake up, sh-t
inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
Wake up, wake up, up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race,
Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows
Don't even give a fu-k it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it as if it's stolen
Piling up like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't with game on how to finesse her
Five left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns lesser
Nowadays, I yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
folks would burn the sess to
burn the of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further of
The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard it
Give me a sec, I murder
to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,
but I could note those times is like a quote
BC, cellphones, the first time I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking dumb days

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