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 in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides at the
amusement park. Ah, memories of Boblo
Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to a few snacks.
Oh, man. I I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A rear medium lights.
Some Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
compared to our family trips
My uncle hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress the business from my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop told 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the Boblo
Uh, on our way to that black park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter
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 I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's paranoia hit me like when superstition does
my inhibitions I guess 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 boat
But neither one of us knew we would
grow 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 the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better I said were true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my days I said were true
I said were true,
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,
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, it
D-k it, rims on my mama's Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, the windows tinted
even give 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 like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up like we was Jodeci, let's check her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these don't come with game on how to finesse 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 concerns lesser
Nowadays, I yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most folks burn the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
Plus 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 chill out
Say "Fu-k the world" and pull out
We had no boat,
but I could note times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another
That's for another story, to God be the
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb
Thinking dumb days

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