Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. 'til your feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing through hair,
as you stood gazing down the in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides at the
amusement park. Ah, of Boblo Island
Oh, is your world ain't but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the weather and the perfect 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 to our family trips
My shook hands with a manly grip
All hand-me-down sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the I had in my family had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business my granny 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 amusement
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came across my identity on the boat
That's I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess my supervision was
on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the boat
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 what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
of my better times I said were true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my better I said were true
I said true, sh-t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, up, wake up, wake up, sh-t
Stuck inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k,
Wake up, wake up, up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race,
Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my Civic
Ten-inch 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, it slow as if it's stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a
up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to her
Five semesters left college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta her
This was my main back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace
Or hit return, but life is not no word
folks would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my real-life
Plus fickle ni-as 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
Give me a sec, I murder
Prefer to let you see it rather say it, but it spill out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and pull out
We had no boat,
but I could those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I smoke
I was 6-years-old, but for another chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
Thinking dumb days

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