Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. 'til your feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the of
the rides at the
amusement park. Ah, of Boblo Island
Oh, is your world 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 perfect to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A little and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little medium lights.
Some Harvey green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing to our family trips
My shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down sh-t I had had an fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the business my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy him and mama got along
On the boat
Uh, on our way to that black park
Wood roller coasters, sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the boat
where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest,
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo
But one of us knew that 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 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better times I were true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my better days I said were
I said true, sh-t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Stuck this rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, the license plate, plus the windows 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 it's
Piling up bros like we was on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's her
Double D's double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 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 is not no word processor
Most folks would the sess to
burn the stress of my real-life
fickle ni-as thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you never 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 could note those is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
for another story, to God be the glory
I it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking dumb days
Thinking 'bout days

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