Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. Dancing 'til your got numb. Cool,
summer blowing through your hair,
as you gazing down the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides at the
park. Ah, memories of Boblo Island
Oh, is world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of 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 you. A little cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little medium lights.
Some Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
compared to our family 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 the business from my granny fist
That was back I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would for hours-long
And as a family we was just so when him and mama got along
On the Boblo
Uh, on our way to black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming floor
I came my identity on the Boblo boat
That's I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like superstition does
Left my inhibitions I where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew we would
both up and turn to alcoholics, though
The boat
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout what the 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 I said were true
I said were true,
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, up, wake up, sh-t
Stuck a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the tinted
Don't even a fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if stolen
Piling up bros we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I sex her
But keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm pressure
I'm not a real 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most would burn the sess to
burn the of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle ni-as thinking done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be left of
The is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder
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 that's for chapter
That's for another story, to God be the
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
'bout dumb days

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