Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb. Cool,
summer blowing through your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the of
the dizzying at the
amusement park. Ah, memories of Island
Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a tryna 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 cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little medium lights.
Some Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing compared to our trips
My uncle shook with a manly grip
All this sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my fist
was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for
And as a family we was so happy when him and mama got along
On the boat
Uh, on our way to that black park
Wood roller coasters, crack on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom,
That's when hit me like when superstition does
my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island be the livest, though
First big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew that we
grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The Boblo
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better times I said true
I said true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said true
I said true, sh-t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, up, wake up, sh-t
Stuck inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
inside this rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, it
D-k it, ten-inch on my mama's Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the tinted
Don't even give a fu-k that dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, it slow as if it's stolen
Piling up bros like we was on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, check her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the button
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
fickle ni-as thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further left of
The is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,
but I note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but for another chapter
That's for another story, to God be the
I made it out unscathed and now I with my
son and sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
'bout dumb days

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