Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. Dancing your feet got numb. Cool,
breezes blowing through your hair,
as you stood down the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the dizzying at the
amusement park. Ah, memories of Island
Oh, is your world ain't but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little rear lights.
Some Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. on Smooth FM
Nothing compared to our trips
My uncle shook hands with a grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy caught the business from my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would for hours-long
And as a family we was so happy when him and mama got along
On the boat
Uh, on our way to black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage court
Broken glass, on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo
That's where I 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 would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo
But one of us knew that we would
both grow up and to alcoholics, though
The boat
Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better I said were true
I were true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my days I said were true
I were true, sh-t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
Stuck inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Stuck inside rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows
Don't even give a that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's
Piling up bros we was clothing on a dresser
up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to her
semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most folks would the sess to
the stress 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 further of
The truth is that my new slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder
Prefer to let you see it rather say it, but it spill out
I chill out
Say "Fu-k the world" and pull out
We had no boat,
but I could note those times is like a Bible
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 unscathed and now I with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout days
Thinking dumb days

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